When you crossed the ocean did the waves made you sense my fragility? I lost track on things I was not supposed to be focusing on - losing.
I rule my own kingdom, and at my command, make me fall. Wreck my walls to an endless cycle of prurience. Make me kneel between your towers and worship your divine glory. Glorious upon the innocuous kingdom, lock me in the basement or make me your queen, and I'd still continue devoting. Gather your army and I'd surrender, unravel every piece of fabric and beg for your coercion to my innocence, or let's join forces and expand your ruling in exchange of reciprocated fondness and intimacy.
Crack your wine bottle on my door inaugurating my defeat and smash your way to the halls, and spit on all of my defenses along my reckoning of succumbing on your superiority to my benignity. Step by step, step on me to my dignity. Make my skin your map — color them with maroon — golden tattoos — and label every part with your trademark of heteronomous ruling. Let this submission be your reward to your triumph.
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PoetryThis book is all about betrayals on friendships, invalid feelings, untangled fates, and taciturn and morose secrets. This is currently in the state of revision.
