Why must I be flawless to be loved
I am hunman as well
Flesh is always flawed
So where do I stand now
Out of the shadow of protection
That your love afforded me
Forgiveness given then ripped away
Not being allowed to have my say
Stealing the breath from my chest
You must be so pleased with yourself
And the damage that you inflict
Your own Adonis you seem to be
SO sure of your own perfection
Your superiority a noose around my neck
You make my own soul a painful place to be
And I know you couldnt care less
I know your only thoughts at this time
Are on your wounded pride
Your reasoning for cutting out my heart
Is what other people will think
If you show without a showpiece
All of your own to give you
What you cannot bring yourself
A sense that you are in control
In a world spinning out of rhythm
Your own bastion of perfection
Flawless in your eyes as long
As your flaws dont show visibly
Too bad your heart is not given the right to see
And your soul is bound to your insistence
To have what you never can
Hating me because I am not your paradise
Even though my heart was your haven
Should you have chosen to accept
An apology from my depths
But to you I will never be good enough
Simply because I wont kill parts of me
To please you, and why should I
When in the first conflict you abandon
The battlefield, leaving me to birds of prey
Astride your steed called Narcissism
On the hill above watching
Hoping to see me ripped to shreds and carried off
Wishing me a demise of carrion
But I have fought worse monsters than you
And I fear not the birds that circle battlefields
The ravens are my brothers and sisters
But alas, I shall rise and walk away from you
And your grand manipulations of the mind
Wallow in your hatred and misery all you want
Your vanity will be your undoing
Your vanity already has you undone
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