Now that it's been done before It would be so easy.... You know how... You could do more.... Anywhere you like, my dear, I'll guide you. Let me offer a reminder Of what I can do for you
I don't want to listen to you Oh..... but I really do... I remember what you offer I would love more... I'm growing weary I'M TIRED OF BEING STRONG i just want to give in . . .
My darling, I know You've had to be so terribly strong Just be weak with me for a moment Worry about it later I'll let you control, if you like There doesn't have to be so much damage You can keep it small I'll allow you to lead
I know you're lying I know you're trying to persuade me You'll seize any control I offer And RUIN ME
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However, I want a bit of damage I EARNED MY BATTLE SCARS why can't they see them.......
C'mon, sweetie, Together then. It sounds like you've made up your mind You deserve this. Every. Last. Bit. You deserve the pain You deserve the release You deserve the scars You've earned it, my dear. So how about it? Let me guide your hand...
I may be at a bit of risk.... However, I am aware of this. I'm not looking for suggestions. I'm simply trying to use poetry to converse with my dark side and to offer her some recognition.