Fire.
It burns inside my body.
Cold water forms my newly born tears.
Regret lingers through my decaying mind,
As I stand,
And wait.
A word spoken from you,
Shatters my glass body,
And crystalises it.
I mend myself,
As you too begin to break me once more.
My resistance to your fatal touch becomes weaker.
But still I stand,
As I turn to you.
I still pleasure you with my pain,
My faults,
Myself.
You begin to laugh at my disobedience to your immature requests,
And I breathe a sigh.
A sigh of lost hope
As I run up those steps to safety,
And weep,
For now I know that you have won.