I have died a million
deaths
Became a haven of more
graves than I dared to live
Became a widow of my own
soul
Covered myself with the
cloak of death mourning the glory of loss upon us
Dressed myself in more
insults with a dash of curses than your devotion
As I dangled from the roof
of your mercy petitioning for your worthy heart
Became an ambassador of
your threats to disappear than your affection
But again and again I
return to you
In hope that one day
you might believe that I
am not what you are used to
©GayKindaLove 2012-10-17