Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose

Precious

You could be my happiness and joy.

No matter whether you're a girl or a boy.

I love the way you get nervous and mentally check over your words.

The way you love my crueler sayings. The way you crave the dirt.

Kinda dig that you're so innocent.

You're pure silk wanting to be torn.

A little frayed beauty,

Wanting to be broken more.

And when the realisation hit

And it took you to your knees,

You should have built yourself back up.

But you remained there begging please.

A precious little doll,
Shouldn't want things so obscene.

But here you are below me. It's here that you've always been.

You cry out at the way I hurt you. But beg for the repeat.

So listen to your teacher. Behave and take your seat.

I'm going to teach you things, That you should never know.

When your mind has been opened, you'll realise we belong deep down below.

So... do you want to be my happiness and joy?

My very own, pretty human toy.