you open the jar, it's almost empty.
but you continue to eat out what's left of it.
you lick every corner, stick your fingers in when needed.
the sickening sweetness taints your tongue.
and when you're done, you close the jar,
you look into my eyes and say:
"Babe, you taste so good."

"i am right, you are wrong."
he throws me in a golden cage.
"i know what's best for you."
he locks me in it.
"don't you wish for happiness?"
he turns the light to dark.
"if so, then, i am the key."
i'm (not) free.

"when your flower blossoms
the bees will come **** you dry
only to drip their sweet honey
onto another woman's tongue"

i can't remember the last time i cried
i just recall crying way too much
so much, that i'd stay days red eyed
some days, hysterical, without his touch.

pathetic is what my ego would call me
for i was nothing without a man
embarrassed is what i'd feel because, i too could see,
i was nothing without this man.

i had a dream of myself: lost, my body: bare.
i had a dream about me in the shadow
truth be told, that dream was a nightmare
but i was just too weak, too naive, to even think so.

then i had a dream that i wasn't alone
this dream was of him and I
truth be told, if my heart was made of stone
i'd tell him, when i woke from that dream, i cried.

i can't remember the last time i was sad
i just recall being way too depressed
but now when night comes and i lay down my head,
i dream of myself: happy, solus, and yet, still undressed.