There are positions I can take
That can please him
Tease him
Or the other way around
But no role is harder
Than playing doctor
And trying to fix your own
Shaken up, stirred ground.
I can be the lustrous one
If thats how he wants me
I only want to mend beauty
From trash
From a mistress into me.
He built bridges with his arms
I will tear down his fortress
This king may have it all
And I'm just afraid to lose it.
I fear I don't know how
To use the sewing machine
That stitches up my fate
My feelings
The trash he made me feel like
Into kingdoms of gold
And ground thats safe to walk on.
I can try to mend myself
Put together broken ends
But I can't claim this battle
When it seems that
He doesn't want me to win.