You spite the way my features fall along my longitude and latitude. I look just cruelly enough to pique your interest.
You will try to get through to me, doting my poise and violent words wrapped in silk.
Part of you will ignore how I hatefully look at your end of the bed, even after all these years.
I will quietly curse our love.
You will find the strife and destruction I create mesmerizing. I will bear my sharp teeth in return, thrashing in your loving grip.
I bleed when I must love, the act is tiring and heavy, yet I cannot deny it.
You will try to heal this evil outlook. Yet, I am too bone-headed for that act of love.
I will claw my way out of your arms each time you hold me, my tongue will sharply follow.
I will tire you. I am cruel and evil in love.
Yet, you will bare it. I will clash and curse us, as you desperately hold our pieces together.
I will not recognize this as an act of love, but an act of spite.
Must you remember how I was bore into this world?
Unloved, a ******* and under the full moon.
I have not been treated kindly.
Love me at your own risk.
I am rooted in my evil ways.
As you are rooted in yours.

She knows of the sensitivity that riddles me.
Even the quickest of her words I catch, and they leave my hands red.
Why mother?
Why do you spit venom at me, and weigh me down with cruelty?
You know how I nourish my sensitivity.
You know I will eat up and gnaw angrily on your words.
I try to pick out what I do not want to hear,
But I hear them anyway. You know my ears are always open.
You know I take everything to heart, why do you take advantage of that?
Why father?
Why pick a woman so bitter and cruel?
Do you not want me to be loved?
I have a wound in my chest.
And I try to fill it with her love, but she offers me none.
Where can I lay down all this guilt my mothers give me?

What do you hear of me?
What rumors slip from others’ lips?
They speak of me, evil mistress, eyes that pull in, and a body that gets caught in your windpipe.
You are unable to swallow me. You chew on me and hastily spit me out. You choke on me.  
The wit I possess is too quick for your bruteness. You dismiss my thoughts.
I am just a woman, nothing less, and nothing more.
Bore to serve you and bear your seed.
What do you hear of me? What slips from others’ lips?
Am I a murderous harlot? A bitter witch with nothing better to do.
Do serpents sit atop my brow, shall I turn you to stone?
Am I Charybdis, shall I swallow you whole?
They are unable to chop me up into bit sized pieces. For some reason, they do not love me as a collective.
What do you hear regarding the treatment of me?
You only hear yourselves, deafening my point of view.
I hear I have scorned every one of you. Do you hear of who scorned me?
Have you ever questioned what may have made me this way?
What makes a mistress so vile?
The mistreatment of a loving deity can mangle many.
I was hanged on a hook, a piece of meat left to rot.
I was once pure and heavenly.
I will ask once more,
What have you heard of me?
What tales have slipped from others’ lips?
Have you stopped to think what created me to be so evil?
I am the evil mistress. I will chew you up and I will eagerly swallow you in all your whole.
I know my motive. What is yours?

I am from the sea. Always slick and taunting.
The pull that radiates from me, will be irresistible.
You will not know what to do in my grasp. As I chop you up,
And throw you side to side. You will be consumed by the utter chaos that plagues me.
I will keep you warm, luring you further.
I am loving, kind and warm. All a man wants and craves.
You will build a home out of me. I will feed you plenty. Warm you every night.
But I warn you, you mustn't get comfortable.
And you mustn't forget who I am. I am from the sea.
I will pull you under, and before you know, I will have you drowned.  
You shan't forget that water erodes and tires.
Slick
and
Taunting
I am all a man wants and craves.
I will become a home for you.
I will pull you under, and drown you in my sea.

Mortality is a strange thing. I don't think of her often.
But when I do, she knocks me to my knees. Taking all the air out of my lungs. She's powerful and stoic. Who thinks of her when they are the top of the world?
Not one. But she's always there, to catch you when you're sinking into the floor. Painfully reminding you she's the only one who you speak to when the night is dark and cold.
She's tricky and sly.
Taking the old, but also the young,
a baby, hardly a week old.
a kid, barely a quarter of a century young.
How do I justify her actions? Why not me? I didn't ask for these growing pains. But again, nobody does. Nobody asks to be plucked from the Earth.
Why does she chose to ****** every beautiful being from this Earth?
Why is she so strange?
Perhaps, she must remind us that we are just mortals.
We are of this Earth, she is not.
She must remind us, because we often forget.

What would your body feel like if you held the weight of someones life? If you felt every ache they ached? What if you ached enough as it is? Where would your line be drawn?
I have enough aches. I cannot combat yours, while I stick out a measly arm to keep mine at bay. There is too much hurt that plagues this earth. I cannot be responsible.
I cannot hold your life in my hands. They are too small.
I don't deserve that responsibility.
That responsibility is yours, and yours alone.
I regret making that action seem acceptable.  
I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner that I was in shambles under the weight.
You didn't deserve that.
I can only hope that you have learned a lesson. It might be a harsh one, but everyone needs at least one heart-crushing reality check.
I wish no ill-will upon you.
But I wish you the weight of a rock bottom.
Quit pitying yourself.
You are better than that.
I promise.