Friday 16 September 2016

Broken, owned...


You are what I made you.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Like candy…hard, sweet, and mine for the taking.
Mine to chew up or swallow whole.
Mine to give away as I see fit.
Mine, never yours.  

You are what I made you.
Nothing before, what I say after.
I’ll write your future on your skin, in your blood.
Mine to command, to torment.
Mine, never yours.  

You are what I made you.
You say yes, never no.
Like a willing pet…obedient and faithful.
Mine to kick or love at my leisure.
Mine, never yours. 

Author unknown 


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