Right now, I am your doormat
Wanting to be accepted, used and loved…
As soon as I have this or give up trying to get it
I will want to be a dragon, free, feared and sinful
My mind is precise of its wants and needs, yet my body cannot grasp them
My every desire dangles in front of me,
Like a spindle of silver scorned thread filled light
Our happy memories do nothing but leave me in ruins
Remembering each contour of your face,
Each movement your live carcass made
Leaves me like a crumpled envelope, misused,
Misguided and disappointed to not be permitted to experience you in the way so many others have…
Oct 30, 2011
Oct 30, 2011 at 8:42 PM UTC
Right now, I am your doormat
Wanting to be accepted, used and loved…
As soon as I have this or give up trying to get it
I will want to be a dragon, free, feared and sinful
My mind is precise of its wants and needs, yet my body cannot grasp them
My every desire dangles in front of me,
Like a spindle of silver scorned thread filled light
Our happy memories do nothing but leave me in ruins
Remembering each contour of your face,
Each movement your live carcass made
Leaves me like a crumpled envelope, misused,
Misguided and disappointed to not be permitted to experience you in the way so many others have…
