I think I cannot bear this
I am afraid of you,
Afraid of who you think I am.

I want to cry with you,
Cry with you

About my soul,
How its darkness was etched into your brain
Long before I was born.

But I only cry alone,

While your tats recite in humour
That I am unworthy of thy presence

For you are 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.

And after I see you looking at me
With that face reflecting my lost
identity,

I cannot bear your company.

But how I long for your company.

And I cry, cry for your goodness while you
weep, weep for mine lost.

And this is how
Your strategic tears
Etch the bars of my new prison.

They sing to me words of manipulation—

Emotional
Manipulation.

And faithful to those empty droplets drawing round your cheeks, I continue in my observation

of them, under a microscope
to find legitimacy
for your non-existent humanity.

I stare into empty space because I don't have the strength to call for any
ₕₑₗₚ

Or maybe I don't want the strength.
Yes, I think I choose this myself.

̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶̶'̶̶r̶̶e̶ ̶h̶̶u̶̶r̶̶t̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶ ̶m̶̶e̶̶,̶ ̶s̶̶t̶̶o̶̶p̶

I think I enjoy this,
Yes, yes, this is my own doing.

̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶̶'̶̶r̶̶e̶ ̶h̶̶u̶̶r̶̶t̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶ ̶m̶̶e̶̶,̶ ̶p̶̶l̶̶e̶̶a̶̶s̶̶e̶ ̶s̶̶t̶̶o̶̶p̶

Aww, you're there!

Come, hug me
I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Please love me.

🤗