What you make them do

Look at what you make them do

All of these strong girls

Writing weak love phrases

about you

Every single one 

Following the sequence 

You strategically created 

I know

I am one of them too

Except 

I aimed to be different 

I wouldn't show you my weakness 

Except 

Every time it's my turn again

I fall to my knees

Like 

It's a religion 

An addiction

I keep my weak love phrases

Hidden

I'm not an exception 

I'm just an addition

The vagina

My vagina tastes like tears

Lick it

And smell the fear 

Hit it

And hear it tear

Use it

And watch it weep

Love it 

And watch it leak

Hug it 

And see it crawl

Pinch it

And taste it's call

Hate it

And hear it sigh

Leave it 

And feel it's cry

Stockholm Syndrome

I just tried
Tried to climb
Climb over
Over the bridge
The bridge that
That keeps breaking
Breaking into millions
Millions of tiny pieces
Pieces of me
Me and you
You don't care
Care doesn't exist
Exist in your world
Your world filled
Filled with pain
Pain and sex
Sex without love
Love the thing I thought we had
Had between us
Us no longer exists

It's just me
Me alone
Alone on this side
Side of the bridge
The bridge that
That keeps breaking
Breaking into millions
Millions of tiny pieces
Pieces that don't exist

So I sit and wish
Wish and hope
Hope that if I wish hard
Hard enough that you
You might return
Return to me
Me alone
Alone on this side
This side of the bridge