Here's my
Artpopentry:
I (Interlude)
I (Interlude)
Just another table for one.
As I lick the sweet and sticky, caramel topped, whipped cream from the plastic black spoon.
I see you.
I always see you.
Staring.
Goading.
I see your warm yet callous dark brown eyes.
Hiding behind that soft, tantalising smile
The smile that enamours your prey into submission.
Slithering into their lives before you wreak havoc.
“Don’t cage me, I can’t sing”, I whisper to you.
I changed myself for you.
I bathed in the Quran.
Doused myself in bleach
Hoping to exterminate my truth.
Fasting for a whole month
To improve myself for you
To kneel before you in your vision
Of how you want me to be
Of who you want me to be.
Of how I should be seen, by you.
Not realising that I’m slowly losing myself.
All for you.
Losing myself, all for you.
Lost myself, all for you.
Who am I?
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me at all?
Who are you?
I reek of you.
I wreak havoc.
I'm weak.
Enraptured in insecurity.
I find myself at the edge.
“Jump”, he says.
Knowing full well I have no wings, I jump.
Falling into an abyss of despair.
Burning the roof of my mouth with this hot macchiato
Suddenly, I’m roused.
“Damn, bitch”
I wipe the years from my face.
Put on my black wool coat and carry on.
I bid him adieu, until tonight.
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