An angel made of unreal perfection.
A demon that curses me with rejection.
Puffy, honeyed lips that I crave more everyday.
A mouth that only spews out words of hate.
He makes me feel so warm and not alone.
You make me feel like hell is my only home.

It's always freezing cold in that hole of a soul.

When you force yourself upon me
To him, my thoughts creep
It doesn't hurt so badly
If I pretend it's his body-
His mouth absorbing my screams
His fingers clinging to me,
Digging into scarred skin.
It is never a sin;
It isn't, if it's him.

It's always freezing cold, I'm shivering in your soul.

He's an angel, eluding my prayers
While you're a devil that selfishly answers.
I want to feel the softness of his feathers
Raining down on me like kisses
A million times better,
Than all of your sorry excuses.

Your love only comes in forms of abuse
Use me, so you don't have to feel so obtuse.
Escaping you, through portals of imagination.
A face of a man who fills me with elation,
While you teach me self-hatred,
I've been begging you to leave for ages.

It isn't fair when my feelings have waned,
I don't feel the same, but you insist that there's a flame-
So you stay, chaining me
To the heart of a knave
Insisting I'm property,
An object for you to keep
But I dream of him,
When I'm imprisoned
In arms while we sleep.
I just want you to leave,
I want to be freed.

Your soul is freezing cold, the place where I'm forced to grow old.
Pain falls like snow coursing through these brittle bones.

It hurts so much knowing his heart will never be in my hold.

-SLuR