Trueheart

Beholden
to public
to reality
to images
past
present
future
is something remiss?
I am not who I seem.
I am not who I play.
I am a woman.
I am a toy.
I am……
submissive.
Cradle my head
hold my soul
care for me
while I long for
it all.
Misconception
weak I am not
giving up my faith
my trust
my everything
to give you control
to allow you in
to let you lead…..
something most do not understand.
I desire
need
feed
on structure
rules
guidance
for I would care not for self
if you did not insist.
I am worthless
unless I am in your eyes.
I am crying
unless I am in your arms.
I am dying
alone
scared
desperate.
Please
oh please
keep me safe
hold the monsters at bay
while I sleep.
©July 4/19
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