I'm not some catalyst for your change.
Girl you're so strange.
If it wasn't for your eyes.
I'd swear you were deranged.
But now I'm choking.
Your icor forced down my throat.
Yeah I'm folding.
Pinned against the wall.
We are scolding.
Darling you play your game.
And I'll play mine.
Draw your line in me.
My body a sanctum for your ritual.
Crucify me.
Raise me high.
Look in my eye.
Drop to your knees.
And beg.
Girl you're so strange.
Idolize me.
Beat me.
Tear me down.
Drown me in decite.
Love me hard.
Ride me gently.
Praise me.
Hate me.
Love me.
Fuck me.
Girl it's so strange.
How you play your role.
Force your control.
Being all bold.
Can't help yourself.
Love yourself.
Sell yourself.
Baby you're gold.
I'm burning at your touch.
Your eyes are a crutch.
Your lips look like my lunch.
So come here.
Let me hold you in my hand.
Watch you beg.
Torture in your head.
I love it.
So, Girl be strange.
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Reflections (Chapter two)
PoetryFollow my rise and Experience my redemption, as I fight back against all that haunts me. There will be poems dedicated to others and how they help me in my rise, and there will be standalones where I forgive those who put me in the pit to begin with.
