Possession

This rendition of my mind state,
Monitored cautiously under your stare,
Is reeling me in with your promising bait,
'I love you's and tears scattered here and there.

You'll forge my signature on my will.
Friends won't remember me, another casualty.
"She slit her wrists or popped a pill,"
Never fathoming my true identity.

You keep me captive in a child's music box.
I'm your ballerina bitch, I'll drum along to your song.
That echos and repeats even after you shut the locks.
I haven't seen fresh sunlight in entirely too long.

My eyelids are swollen, the makeup can't cover the black or the blue.
Dingy blinders are blocking my view, so all I'm able to see is you.
Even your perfection, your clear inside and out complexion, has it's flaws.
Like the blood on your fists you wipe away with alchol and a gauze.

Your apoligies and regrets seem paper thin, they're in short supply.
The flowers are withered, the choclates are stale and dry.
The bruises are fading, but they'll reapear next week.
When I hear your intimidating voice I'm unable to speak.

I haven't spoke my feelings since early last July,
Will it kill you if I tell you just one more white lie?
Good because you make me the happiest girl I could ever be.
Add a fraud smile after the punch line, wasn't that easy?

I'll do anything to prevent another fight,
Another fight that just might,
Shine a little light,
On the hidden situation,
buried beneath cigarette butts,
and "Dammit I DON'T wanna talk about it!".
Evenly strewn lip gloss kisses abd broken possessions.

The fact is I'm your's,
And women are to be seen and not heard.
And though I think your opinion is absurd,
I'll never tell you!

I borrowed this piece of paper and pen from you,
Sign your name at the bottom and consider it your's too.

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