A few words for Miss Caramel Cup
I never post. Yes, I realize this.
But right now I needed somewhere to go with this.
Whenever I hear your name. Whenever I see your picture that perfect mouth almond skin cold cold heartless eyes . When you are mentioned. I want to scream. I want to ball my hands into fists and my fingernails cut into my palms and the tension in my bones can almost escape. "You need it and I need it" he said. He didn't need you, Miss, he needed me you used each other. Standing there doing the dishes he was never yours. He was angry and heartbroken and closed off but not for you it was for me. You towering slant eyed terrible merciless goddess, he was never yours. He has always been mine, he has been mine since the first time we spoke. Maybe he's been mine since before either of us knew it. That night I held him captive, but you will never work around your pride to understand. Through the sweat, the barbaric animal abandon, the sound of your bony elbows making contact with the southwest wall, he was MINE. I was his. I hid behind a facade of unavailability. But goddess, do not mistake that I held his heart in my palm. And I most certainly do now. I have seen that intense face, I have heard those cries with more passion than you ever heard them. Your record may impress some, but you have never been loved as I am. I pity you. But you scare me all the same. How could you not? If the king is sent into exile and wins the heart of the plain housemaid from the court jester, the sight of the queen makes the girl tremble. High atop your pedestal you seem to still hold sway over us. Over me I know. Over him I fear sometimes. Your existence sends awful twisting to my core. But beware, empress. If you ever threaten what I have, if you make one fraction of a step in his direction, I do not take responsibility for my actions. I will rip the gold from your locks, tumble your temples and cry havoc to the skies in my rage. You had your chance with a priceless irreplaceable man and you lost it. He was yours, you treated him wrong and I have him now, I have him until he doesn't want me anymore. I have his strong hands, his chocolate eyes, his velvet voice and again, his ecstasy. Mine, your majesty. With primal innate ancient primitive raw energy I clutch him to me and snarl, "MINE."
But right now I needed somewhere to go with this.
Whenever I hear your name. Whenever I see your picture that perfect mouth almond skin cold cold heartless eyes . When you are mentioned. I want to scream. I want to ball my hands into fists and my fingernails cut into my palms and the tension in my bones can almost escape. "You need it and I need it" he said. He didn't need you, Miss, he needed me you used each other. Standing there doing the dishes he was never yours. He was angry and heartbroken and closed off but not for you it was for me. You towering slant eyed terrible merciless goddess, he was never yours. He has always been mine, he has been mine since the first time we spoke. Maybe he's been mine since before either of us knew it. That night I held him captive, but you will never work around your pride to understand. Through the sweat, the barbaric animal abandon, the sound of your bony elbows making contact with the southwest wall, he was MINE. I was his. I hid behind a facade of unavailability. But goddess, do not mistake that I held his heart in my palm. And I most certainly do now. I have seen that intense face, I have heard those cries with more passion than you ever heard them. Your record may impress some, but you have never been loved as I am. I pity you. But you scare me all the same. How could you not? If the king is sent into exile and wins the heart of the plain housemaid from the court jester, the sight of the queen makes the girl tremble. High atop your pedestal you seem to still hold sway over us. Over me I know. Over him I fear sometimes. Your existence sends awful twisting to my core. But beware, empress. If you ever threaten what I have, if you make one fraction of a step in his direction, I do not take responsibility for my actions. I will rip the gold from your locks, tumble your temples and cry havoc to the skies in my rage. You had your chance with a priceless irreplaceable man and you lost it. He was yours, you treated him wrong and I have him now, I have him until he doesn't want me anymore. I have his strong hands, his chocolate eyes, his velvet voice and again, his ecstasy. Mine, your majesty. With primal innate ancient primitive raw energy I clutch him to me and snarl, "MINE."