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Madame Eleanor Sep 2014
Lately you just look at me- like I'm the worst.
And that ***** cuz the only approval I ever wanted was yours.
All I do lately is make you so angry,
So come on please tell me, what am I missing?
Did I just forget something?
Or have I ****** up everything?
Oh, I hate when you're mad at me.
It doesn't lose it's affect because you're angry perpetually.
Trying so hard to please,
I'm begging you for mercy.
Your "dead to me" looks hurt enough to **** me.
You know you've done some bad things too.
Much worse than me, and I still love you.

When I asked for you not to be so disappointed in me,
You just laughed bitterly.
I must pay a million times over for one tiny slip, a lapse, a small sin.
When I said I was on the edge you called me a liar- again.

I swear to God I'm trying.
May he strike me if I'm lying.
Today I didn't even want to come home.
I'm working myself to the bone-
And for nothing.
What have I done to make you distrust me so?
Maybe I could make you stop hating me if I could know-
Why?
Was there ever so desperate a soul as I?
Groveling over the smallest faults on my knees.
Doing everything I can to make you forgive me-
For whatever I've done.
The flames of your distaste burns hotter than the sun.
Sorry I'm a disappointment.
All those awful things you said, I'll just assume you didn't mean it.
Madame Eleanor Sep 2014
You're my source of love, my only source of light.
But I know one day you'll **** me and you know that's not right.
Too hot to the touch,
Too distant to feel your love.

There's a faint heat bearing down on my heart,
And I know as I get closer you wait to tear my world apart.
You give life just as easily as pain.
Your core contradictions, are driving me insane.

The greater you are, the more dangerous you'll be.
The more likely to consume a soul like me.
I'm crazy about him but he's the worst.
Madame Eleanor Sep 2014
You count the days.
For pride, for shame.
Since you last ran that sharp edge across your skin,
In abandonment of everything.
Each time you stop you promise you'll never do it again.
Ten days, well that's something.

It's obviously eating you inside.
I want you to be able to say you stopped with pride.
Two weeks since the last time.
You're addicted to slicing yourself and that's the crime-
Hurting someone so lovely.
She doesn't deserve it, trust me.

One month since you last cut into yourself.
Tell me, does the counting help?

Fifty days since you dug into your skin.
Then you're back to zero once again.
Madame Eleanor Aug 2014
Dark souls.
Eyes half closed-
A melody from the river.
Whispered softly,
The tune comes to me,
And I shiver.

The doves asleep tonight,
The devil owns this night.
Sing this song for the trodden.
For we refuse to be forgotten.
Madame Eleanor Aug 2014
My eyes have always been this dark but have they always been this dead?
Can't you see my demons are holding me hostage from their base inside my head?
You're killing me by doing what you think is best.
This may be an overreaction but you're the catalyst.

I act off-putting so no one will get close enough to hurt me.
Who have I become?
I think I was naturally sweet and cheery.
Madame Eleanor Aug 2014
Melancholy lullabies.
New expression in your eyes.
Sad and lonely,
Soft and lovely-
Somehow at the same time.

Comforting as acid rain,
You can see me feel your pain.
Hush now love, put those away.
Find your strength it's here to stay.

Melancholy lullabies.
Now you cut off all your ties.
Skipping meals like they were stones.
Hearing madness in your tone.

Finding hope in new-found ways.
Smiling while you feel the pain.
Words so soft you cannot hear.
Chin up darling, I am here.
This probably isn't near done, I'll add to it when inspiration strikes.
Madame Eleanor Aug 2014
You say the world is flooded and you can't breathe.
And you lost your oxygen tank so now you're drowning.
Well that's okay, just hold onto me.
I'll pull your head up above the sea.
I'll introduce you to the breeze.
I'll teach you how to swim.
And most important,
I'll help you breathe without him.
In response to sigh no more's poem: my world is flooded and i lost my oxygen tank
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