Give

Give.

Stay. Don’t move.

Don’t speak. Don’t Think.

I tell you what is good.

I tell you what is bad.

Don’t flourish. Don’t thrive.

Just Survive. Live for me.

Under my thumb.

Beneath my gaze.

I am yours, do not reject me!

Or I’ll make you pay.

I’ll make you bleed.

I’ll make you die.

I will choke the life from your petulant throat.

Let me in, you whore!

No! I say. My voice breaks,

tears are rivulets down my cheeks.

You are hard, unforgiving.

Cruel.

Your love is a wound, my hatred your fuel.

I remain soft beneath your punishments.

I will not harden for you!

You are angry screams.

I am dark lashes resting upon soft cheeks.

Lost in dreams.

You are not my fundament I reject your relentless prodding!

You don’t own me, you never held the ability to unlock me.

For all your bashing and thrashing you never woke me.

I stayed sleeping until you wept at my feet

In your tears I found myself

I spat my forgiveness at your feet.

Never, I say.

You locked me away in the dark.

Where light was merely a dream.

Your shallow heart denied your ability

to embrace my wrongs within my rights.

I exist to be imperfect.

A work of art I remain.

Every soul has a set of tumblers

Each one the bearer of a unique quality.

You could have seen me for what I was

Not what you wanted me to be.