Broken Babes

and you’re probably feeling pretty worthless

like you’ve let everyone down

but you didn’t

and you’re probably wishing you cut deeper

because the pain in your brain

had more to gain on the flesh

so you just self harmed

and you’re probably wanting to go back online

search up triggering posts for you to scroll through

and ask strangers how they do it

because no one loves anything more

than a vicious circle

and you’re fighting with your mind

knowing this is not the time

but all common sense has been left behind

so you just self harmed

and now you’re probably imaging death

romanticizing the images and glossing over details

while drowning you are at peace

not war

while cutting, you are calm

not crying

when you’re mother finds you, she is quiet

Hopelessly and haphazardly left craving you.

Like a drug I tasted for the first time that couldn't quit.

You stick with me forever through thick and thin.

The pleasures you give to me are abundant and inescapable.

I want to write you the world.

But I fear all the love in it couldn't care for you like I do.

So I sever my soul and send it to you like van Gogh.

I share this romanticism and pain with him.

So in my admiration of you I try to be him.

You are an impossibility.

A goddess hiding in a human dress.

Sharing her unending beauty with me.

I should worship the ground you walk on.

But in your benvolent majesty you instead walk with me.

I'm trapped in your mind.

I can't see my life if it's not intertwined with yours.

I feel like a puppet in your presence.

Every movement or thought of mine lives to serve you.

You are the only reason I could need to live.

I'm tethered to this earth by your unknowing allure.

You push me ever so slightly over the edge.

But even if I end up dead I'm still glad I met you.

Your inhuman grace could never cease.

But it's not your face I adore it's your mind full of the holy and impure.

I've become greedy.

Preying on every perfect thing you make.

It seems all the pleasure in my world comes from your hands.

If not them then it hides behind your sinnister eyes.

I find more than I could ever want in you but some how it's all I need.

How many souls did the devil steal to make yours.

You are more than me or any other human I've ever seen.

You are the perfect dream and it trully scares me that you are real.

I want to serve your will, wether it be right or unjust.

I want to bend the knee and give you every piece of me.