In Repair

[_love4one_]

We have stood by for so long
watching as we lose velocity
a gradual decomposition we are
So I give you my hand of flowers to take
as you watch them whither away
For you will never have all of me
because I am in pieces
So I sit and watch your repetitious ways
Patiently, impatient
Hoping that some day,
Epiphany will take over your logic
I am a damaged woman in repair
Leave me be

Your love is my poison
your hate, the antidote
To be free of yours chains
How I long for that day
So if you love me,
let me go
But...if you love me
stay near
I might need for you to hate me again
Just so I can feel
I've fallen and I lay,
on the cold floor that is reminiscent of you
Each tear I shed
granting you power over me
and strengthening our bond that I long to break
I've become damaged goods
that others return because I am deficient
I am a damaged woman in repair
Please, my love
Leave me be

She is a butterfly that you keep cocooned
because you are the one who cannot bloom
She is devoid from the love of a real man
Believing this cheap destiny of hers
Is just be near you
She is at her wits end
and she settles
For what is beneath her feet
You
The shit that she steps on
leaving nothing more then a foul smell
A convenient inconvenience
is what you are
nothing more
So take her hand of flowers
How many are there left?
Let them whither away
She is a damaged woman in repair
So I beg you
If you love her
Set her free