emmie's scribbles

i can’t fight it
the things you do to me
the way i respond to you
you draw me in
you wrap me up
in your love and perversion
until i can’t have one without the other
i need the soft
and the harsh
to feel loved and wanted,
i want you to want me
to accept my surrender
my acquiescence,
sometimes thoughts of you terrify me
and i cry for want of you
i need the terror,
in what way am i warped and how did it happen
no one knows really
especially not me
who knows if childhood prepared me for you
for us
or if it is you alone
that draws from me the darkest depths
what matters is you, me , us
we matter beyond all else
the world is a backdrop to our story
people merely actors in our play,
yours is what i…

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