You are the monster underneath my bed
And the incessant voice inside my head

You pretended to be a patron saint
Then wrapped my eyes with stained purple war paint
She and I drenched my mouth with shades of black
You offered me hope, and snatched it right back

You are the asthma living in my lungs
You are the cocaine that has me high strung

She tore open my veins and left me there
So she could hide our secret affair
You patched me up then sent me on my way
Knowing I'd crawl back, much to my dismay

You are the cancer, patiently waiting
You are a god already creating

I'm so ashamed of what you've done to me
My hips are nothing but bloody debris
I can see how you and her laugh at this
But I choose only to feel the sweet bliss
ErraticallyGrey ErraticallyGrey
22-25, F
Aug 17, 2014