self-embodiment of perfection

Photo by Klara Kulikova on Unsplash 26 letters and not one combination can describe it A billion books printed and not one can define it But I can trace it on your face The angle of your jaw; The dimples in your cheeks. I don't get lost in your eyes, I get found. Yet it's you who comes to me for salvation. Get on your knees Worship me-- Our bed is an altar Your tongue is an offering Sing praises against my lips But it's me who will be rejoicing. He gets what he wants the first time, but he'll go twice more after that. He wants me to finish as fast as I can; So he can make me do it again. But first, slow it down Show me how you missed me.  Because it has to be me; Just me. Only me. Holding me close and moaning softly into my neck Stroking my hair Cradling my face in that way you know makes me feel wanted. His hands searching all over and never seem to find-- That's okay, take your time. You look at me like I'm a galaxy, but I'm a supernova. I'm going to ...

Photo by Simon Hurry on Unsplash I am quick to be offended. Slow to forgive. I have a persecution complex almost as big as my god complex. I stay angry. Stay protecting those who never asked me to. I'm fighting new battles to make up for the ones I lost. There's heaviness in the memories but also in the things I forgot. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I never claimed to be unbreakable. All these cracks you see are fracture lines. Not by design, they're warning signs. I'm a glass cannon-- anything can be my fodder. You thought I was a bad son; I'm an even worse daughter. Fragile like a baby, like an egg just laid, like a hand grenade. This is just a bad dream, maybe. I've shattered into a thousand pieces. I'll shatter into a thousand more. I scream into the void and you scream back: "What are you so angry for?" "You're always out to prove yourself to a judge and jury unaware. You're making...