You slither around the folds in my cerebellum
in a cyclical motion
squeezing and constricting
Eventually you attach yourself to my tissue,
you become one with me.
I cannot separate myself from you.
I am you, you are me.
Without you, I cannot breathe.
I lose myself in fantasy.
What if, maybe, what could be, if only….
You are both my pleasure and my pain.
A strange dichotomy.
I rarely fight you anymore these days.
It would seem that obsession has given way to possession….
I stand there before You,
aching for Your
i can’t believe after all this time,
never seen me.
in my pig tails and patent leather
standing in the doorway
wistful and willing.
but You cannot detect me.
for i am hiding behind the wallpaper
little girls hide…
the ones who survived.
layers upon layers cover me
yet i remain forever unchanged.
frozen in time
beneath this woman
waiting and hoping
You will take me home…