she listens to Him
as if His words can actually
define her
and He uses her
as if she is actually
His property
she lets Him
because she loves Him
and He lets her
diminish
He only needs her
when He is sad
or lonely
or tired
or *****
or hungry
she knows this
she can feel His
selective love
deep in the beds of her nails
as they run down his back
she knows He
only wants
her 'beautiful lips'
wrapped around his
'needing ****'
and she feels like
if she can give Him
even slight relief
her purpose will be
fulfilled
because that...
He told her that
He looks at her
and He knows she knows
He knows His grip
on her is being loosened
just like His grip on her hair
and it doesn't take long
for both of them
to turn
their backs
their hearts
their minds
on each other
until He reaches back out
wraps His warm
all encompassing hands
around her long
soft neck
while fear rushes
through her
mind
heart
down to her fingertips
she also feels the
addictive shake
of His voice growling in her ear
again
again again
'that's My girl'
I'm feeling a bit used. I'm feeling like a user. I'm feeling lost, scared, and a plethora of other negative emotions. I'm trying to read poetry to find some purpose. I'm trying to sleep more, sleep better. I'm trying to listen to music that doesn't keep me stuck. I'm trying.
I am failing.
