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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