Believe me when I say
I have your face seared into memory.
Of all I love this expression the most
Peace, and some sort of trust
Like the look of acceptance on a crow
before life is wrung from its throat.
And for once, I know you’re telling the truth.
Tell me again about how I’m psychotic and unstable
I love it when you talk dirty to me.
Do you find me revolting?
It’s such a pity because you will always be alluring to me.
you’ve carved yourself so deeply into my skull
you must know that you’re at the forefront of my mind by now;
Interlocking hair with intertwining lives
You’ve bent my back so that I may learn to prowl on all fours.
Lighting my way no longer proves cumbersome.
I’ve gotten used to the weight.
It’s only natural when you bring shadows as conciliatory gifts.
But, my dear
Promise me you won’t be ashamed of your true colours.
Everyone is unique, and you know I’ll love you all the same.
So don’t be afraid
And tell me again
About my bizarreness and self-centredness.
Know that whenever someone peers into these black, beady eyes
They’ll see another pair staring back
with those goldilocks and
crystallized to perfection.
You are not alone and
neither am I.