You ******* me and teach me to walk
Suffocate me, then give me breath
**** me.
Then raise me from the dead.
It sickens me, but then again
Only you keep me alive.
Motivated.
I dream of the day I'm free of you
But yet I still bask in your humor,
Aesthetic, smile
Oh your smile
I want excess of it,
Beyond sating my appetite
That it may sicken and so die,
But here I am,
committing poetic suicide.
Carving my heart out, laying it at your feet.
Yet, I still act surprised when you crush it.
How can you still smile?
When I bleed out before you
I guess I now know what it means
What it means to be nothing...