You would have thought strings

were attached to that body of yours

The way they tried to control you

 

They trickle out words of affection

conversations of companionship

but what they want is intimacy

 

They want to dredge their talons in you

deceive you because of your kind words

 

They can’t handle discrepancy

 

Would rather cut you

threaten your innocence due to their

miscalculations of you

 

You are so sweet darling

 

Those big brown eyes

couldn’t conceive the carnage in his

and we mourn for you

 

We hold you on a pedal-stool

because you are our muse

we clasp your name on our tongue as if it’s

our own form of an alchemic plan

 

It’s poison to them

our poise is a hazard

It is unobtainable

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