every inch of his manhood

sunday thirteenth, 1963

everything i do is for you, only you.
i know you don't love me the same but it's okay.
living isn't a dream and your falling apart.
i can fix all the cracks and chips with my kisses that you loath.
but what can i do?
love was beautiful and life was worth living.
now we're slowly deteriorating into ash for the world to soak up.
my selfishness can help but hope i die first, i can't bare a single day knowing your not here.
any amount of time isn't enough.
i've never felt enough for you.
you just settled for whatever will have you and i love you.
i love you more when you scream and more when you take your anger out on me.
it's not toxic it's love to me.
you hate me because i love you.
you obsess over the submissive type so i was shaped into your dream girl.
but that's okay, i love you.
you loved me, you took me home.
if you leave now i'll never forgive you and i will always take you back.
you know you love me, i'm what you wanted.
your a man, my man who self-loathes in our bedroom every night past nine o'clock.
how do i cope with the love of a razor blade? i just press myself thinner than paper, doll myself up more and act like a tall child.
you always liked me because i was younger.
i was born a star, hidden by the man i once thought was my dreams.
the window shuts, the beds unmade, our hearts will soon stop.
i'll get there.
i'll be okay.