Ataraxy Acclimation
my husband, my love, my always, has always; been patient, loving, desirous... while i was busy war waging on myself. thank you.
“Forever” is STILL his middle name,
while “Personal Contention” USED to be mine
Continued devotion with continued passion is the name of his game,
while self hatered drippED from me like noxious slime
Speaking of oozing;
compliments from him,
for me,
all factual, all true,
I always shat on...
leaving him beat up,
broken,
pitch black,
navy blue
For over a decade,
he’s possessed the one,
the only,
the key to my heart,
while my temple wrecking demons
gorge on my feelings...
a la fucking carte
Self loathing and tears meet somewhere up stream,
with hard ons and excitement of insider trading...
get comfy,
get naked,
get straight down to mating
My soul; their field of screams
Their love child; my enemy,
fear based-false reality-half eye open dreams
It’s taken me a lifetime,
seems like an eternity
One I never thought I deserved,
to learn that the one he still craves
is...
has been...
this whole time...
still me
No words from my lips
will ever compare nor express,
my constant state of bliss
knowing he has been this patient,
but more so knowing that the real me
would someday emerge...
finally allowing his caress
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