As I have grown up
You have grown, not with me
Nor in age
But ferocity.
And I do not think I have felt your
Satiety
Since I was
14 years of age.
It is sad that whilst others
Have entered and exited
You are the one that remained centre stage,
Nurturing dependence on the unattainable.
You are not my friend,
But you have made a friend
Of me.
I cannot be cut and paste from the cover of
A magazine
But it is what you want.
I will never be what you want.
You have gutted my remains
And feasted on depletion,
Because to you
I am not a person
I am an extension of will.
And mine will be read out to mourners some
Day.
But if
You
Take away so much of living
I want to control
Death.
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