He loves me broken so he can fix me,
He loves me in pieces,
So he can pick my pieces and put them back together,
Every day I run to him for saving,
Slow to listen but quick to offer solutions,
He lays his weapons on the table,
Ready to fight the demons for me, he says,
I sit back amazed by his finesse,
Superman in my eyes,
Every night I lie next to him
Hoping his breath heals me
As I feed off his kisses,
He is my drug and I his Junkie,
He never gives it all to me,
So I keep coming back for more,
Hoping that someday he will fill my emptiness
He is my addiction,
Perhaps the only reason am still here,
At least that’s what he tells me,
There is nowhere else to go but to him,
So I live with his demon,
Waiting for the day he fully satisfies me.
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6 comments
Amazing stuff right here
Thank you, Brenda.
A sad place to be…. Limbo from one you might show care for… Sigh
It is and we all deserve better. Thank you for passing by.
Great word construction
Thank you Laura.