by Nadine Angela-Louise Jones

Created on: January 26, 2010

How is it I have condition you to love yourself?

To see yourself the way I do,

How can you be so suffocated in your scars?

Wallowing in the crevice of them,

I’m here to drag you out,

You won’t even give me your hand,

Yet you call me to the border,

You are like the fairies in the bogs calling for the humans to drown themselves,

I’ve never opened myself up to anyone,

Will never proclaim anything that could get me hurt,

That could later be used to torture me,

So why am I watching myself tearing open my chest?

Watching the freedom of my tongue with mild horror,

Mild words, mild words perhaps for anyone but me,

You deject me, demoralise yourself,

And yet you drag us both in further,

Choose one or the other,

You cannot love and run at the same time,

It’s like facing a mirror at times,

I’m wondering if you’re breaking me,

Turning me into yourself,

I thought I was stronger, why do I need to break you?

I need to break you free of all your hurting,

The lashing of the whips you distribute to everyone around you,

I wish you would just wake up,

I wish you could just climb out,

You need to break out,

Strangely I'll be stood waiting for you when you do.

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