I Love Her…
I was chopped, mashed, crushed, squashed, dismantled
My atoms rearranged
Dyed to make something worthwhile times
One hundred
I sit in the darkest of places,
Clinging to what little sanity I have left
Claustrophobia, and the darkness are my vices
But she does not think twice of setting my
Corrupted soul free
To see the light reflected in her eyes
I capture her entire being within my lines
She told me how she never feels pretty
And hides her blooming body behind jeans and hoodies and Chucks
How she often fantasizes about that boy
But she feels demoralized
Because she can’t seem to find content in herself
How could he?
She tells me about her dreams, her day
How those boys in her class needs to stop scratching at her joy
and how it makes her nerves dance
She tells me how she loves all the shapes and sizes I come in
I love how she needs me
And maybe this is greedy selfish and wrong
But I need her soul to weak
Because I fear that if it was to become strong
She would cast me back to the dark abyss on her back,
Have my stream of consciousness cease to exist….
I love her enough to destroy her,
So I can be the thing to keep her from falling to pieces….
I am her book and I wait for her still.