Ode to myself from an alternative state of messed-up-in-the-head.
Once-upon-a-times and happily-ever-afters
Poisoned my childhood dreams and they
Mutated into delusions, a dark dream and a handful
Of pins. I tried to escape you,
But you tangled your threads of obsession into
The delicate reel of my paper-thin persona.
A rusted razor-blade, some scars
All stitched up with masking tape and
The truth would let you slip in
To my world, through the wounds I hid from you.
Tangled in me, two minds entwined, wire and coarse
I am dead
On the inside, but you say it's just a phase.
Part-manic but still desperately
Starving, trying to be like your fantasies
Of slim and scarless, heartless women.
I see you in my starless eyes.
You hurt me, but you're still
The face of christ to me.