horror enthusiast

You lay on my bed,

Face resting on my chest

And tell me in a whisper,

“Love yourself”

But you ignore the scars on you thighs

And the pain in your eyes,

When you look in the mirror

“You are unique

And your brain is beautiful”

You rumble in my ear

But I can see your thoughts,

trough your eyes

You don’t think the same about yourself

How do you have this strenght?

To tell a mortal like me

That I resemble the gods,

While you, a godess

Don’t treat youself like one

You hypocrite angel,

Murmur praises in my ear

And adore my soul

But you are bleeding,

With distates for you

Pick a flower,

And play a game

You will see ,

That in the end

It will say,

“You do”