Divine.
He was so divine in my eyes,
but he controlled me in the eyes
of others.
His words were far too
harsh for the
epithets of my soul, yet
I listened and let them
label me.
His hold over me
was divine.
His words were
divine with a power
of control
I'd never fallen under before.
It's what I knew.
It's what I understood.
He was my culture,
his words were my cultivation,
and his abuse was my apology,
striving for that of which
I couldn't control,
striving for that of a false dream
that never would happen.
It couldn't,
not when the fiber of my being
offered up no escape.
Divinity was his, and
I was his divinity.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
Divine.
He was so divine in my eyes,
but he controlled me in the eyes
of others.
His words were far too
harsh for the
epithets of my soul, yet
I listened and let them
label me.
His hold over me
was divine.
His words were
divine with a power
of control
I'd never fallen under before.
It's what I knew.
It's what I understood.
He was my culture,
his words were my cultivation,
and his abuse was my apology,
striving for that of which
I couldn't control,
striving for that of a false dream
that never would happen.
It couldn't,
not when the fiber of my being
offered up no escape.
Divinity was his, and
I was his divinity.
