If you're not the fighting type
Don't put our hearts in the line

Being a people pleaser is a part of me
You ask if I can meet you
I’ll promise you yes.
My schedule that will not allow it
I’ll change it so it can
My schedule will be deconstructed and reconstructed to form for yours.

You don't seem to like my laugh
I can laugh differently
To your liking.
Molding and creating a new me for you
My personality being formed around you.
An obsession,
An unhealthy obsession to make a personality formed for you.

The lesson here is to say what you hate
Because I'll change for you always
I'll lose who I am,
But as long as you're happy
I’m a people pleaser.

some nights I wish you'd
just knock — it's not just my door
I'll let you in through

You call me your dog,
your *****, your fool,
hurling words like stones
to shatter my heart.

I wag my tail anyway,
smiling through trembling lips,
fetching scraps of kindness
from the shadow of your hands.

You call me useless,
a beast beyond learning,
but I only want to please you—
to sit, to stay, to love.

Even as you turn away,
your voice cracking the whip,
I crawl through every wound,
bearing the weight of your name
like a leash around my soul.

For to be your dog
is still to be near you,
and I, the fool,
would bleed to feel you call me mine.

I thought I had walked through a portal
But a portal had walked through me.
Not currency for corrupt affections
Nor weaponry on loves battle field
Silence found its voice in my throat
Love found itself in my chest

In the attic
Swallowed ether
lust on the highest shelf

Down the well
Engorged consolation
salt discharged for the self

In the mirror
Mute refutation
the evasion-led sublime

Up the tower
Disseminated bile
the beguilement of the grime