You, my love,
are the puppeteer,
i am nothing
but a pissed on pillowcase,
i fall limp in your hands
and hold the stench
of worthlessness
i cannot move
without you
i am quicksand,
wanting nothing more
than to cradle
your hand
cup yr face
i am only here to embrace
you
suck the life
right out of you
i am a dark cave
filled with crawling creature things
i have no meaning
until you discover me
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