I have always had this desire
To see you unravel from the seams,
Watch your agitated fingers
Comb your hair,
As you come apart before me,
It's dangerous to fan flames of your ire,
But you've only sought me in your bitterness,
Hurt me to feel better
I have always been your punching bag,
I don't have qualities you adore in your women,
I am not pretty, dumb and easily put down,
My daddy doesn't own a million bucks
I wear no tiara, I have no crown,
In your pursuit,
I am a Mantis
Eager to die to feel your heat,
I offer for your altar,
My willing body...
©eos
