what you deserve
Thank you for not giving up on me
no matter how many times
I've want to give up on myself.
I'm obsessive, possessive, aggressive,
I'm the stupidest genius and the most beautiful lie.
Even though all my pages have been ripped out, you ment the binding back to perfection with love.
I truly adore the way you protect me
from the harshness of the world,
when really you should be protecting yourself
from the harshness of me.
I appreciate that you ignore your soaking shirt
as you hold this trembling creature in your arms.
You don't even say real words as you soothe me,
you just softly hum in my ear and know the melody implicates
that this is not a swan song but an outstanding overture.
You haven't got the slightest clue how bad I've gotten, how I just don't feel the depression, I've become my depression. It will take a long time for me to shed this dark cloak, but when I become myself once more, I swear to the moon and back
you'll finally have the daughter you deserve.