Its frustrating to me That a man can hold so much power And make me feel so small And yet... loved.
The delicate play Of manipulation Held me in an intricate web Of control.
I don't miss Waiting in his web of lies And manipulation. Wondering if I was good enough, Tasty enough For his delicate and dominating sensibilities. If I didn't fit his fancy He'd find another To prey upon. Keeping me at the center Of his web Waiting, Claiming, I was his admired, Beloved. I was adored And should be elated.
I saw the freedom Of this resilient spider- All of his eyes looking thirsty.
Here I am- the main delight, Waiting in his nest.
Funny how he went out searching for more When I've been here, Waiting for him to feast.
There are depths within you To which I cannot reach. Where water drips and echos in an obscure cavern. Where each drop leaves behind its narrative, on the pore from which it fell. A story untold. The vast space makes echoes of heartbeats. But deafening silence resonated, the day your heart skipped but one.
There is a hum That hears not me But it. The very reflection of itself Ever present Vibrant. Buzzing -It rings A zing, to the Past present and future Its connected. Reminding me to nurture, Release.
Dont break the hum Embrace it So it doesnt drone on Rather, the particles bond Dont diffuse it For it is music It is The background to this rhetoric And the catalyst serving as my outlet Usurping my pouting fit Cant let this be a nuissance But rather serve me in this instance For im set to fix This mess thats got me in a twist May i recognize the circumstances That can help me ground this Body ive been given to walk around in. And so i hear the hum That hears not it So i can be here this very moment In a blissful state Instead of discord and dissonance.