a bit of you has to die

for a bit of you to grow . . .

you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highwayto a burning housesays you are blinding him that he could never leave you
forget you want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearableevery woman before or after you is doused in your name you fill his mouth his teeth ache with memory of taste his body just a long shadow seeking yours but you are always too intense frightening in the way you want him unashamed and sacrificial he tells you that no man can live up to the one who lives in your head and you tried to change didn't you?
closed your mouth more tried to be softer prettierless volatile, less awake but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams so what did you want to do love
Split his head open?you can't make homes out of human beings
Someone should have already told you that and if he wants to leave then let him leave you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love....

I once met a girl who didn't believe that she was such a beauty to anyone, even to me
Ah, what a lie she told herself every day that nothing about her was perfect in any way
She'd tell me to stop nagging and to stop dragging her away
She'd tell me that I didn't understand that skinny is OK
I asked myself what was that to her, even if she got it?
Would that fact actually make her happier than she was at the beginning?
She'd collapse in tears as she could not match to society's standards of a body that is seen as attractive
But what she failed to realise is that nothing matters on the outside

Because if you're beautiful on the inside that takes over and purifies what the eyes can see
Because when you are with someone who loves you for who you are, it's all that matters in reality

Yet she'd always go silent and always cry, buckling under the pressure and the fact she wouldn't comply
That she was exquisite to me, that sparkling beauty who always caresses my dreams
She never accepted that if you're kind and charming within ugliness does not plague your skin
The skin stretching indefinitely across bones as she continuously starves, always comparing herself to the warped illusion at large

Then when she sees her reflection, out comes a sigh of exasperation as she cannot see her beauty
I get consumed with frustration as she won't see her perfection, her view of perfection tainted by the world
But I want her to remember for sure

I will always remind you that you are perfect to me, sending out every compliment as if it is a plea
I know that you'll dodge the meaning of them somehow, but I promise I'll be there for you, forever more
I'll be the rain, the wind, the sunset to put you to sleep
Knowing that the beauty I showed is within you as I speak

This mask is too tight,
I can't seem to get it off.
I put it on so long ago,
I never thought it'd get stuck.
It's been so long I can't remember,
I can't remember what I look like.
All I've known for so long is the mask.
But I've always fit the mask so well,
I can't seem to pull it off of me.
I put it on so long ago.
I put it on too tight.
It's form-fitted to me now...
Can anyone help me rip it off?
Please...
I'm begging...