Dead Doves and Their Pretty Corpses

Jaded

When men look at me I wonder what they see?

A person? A piece of meat? A walking breathing fantasy?

I get lots of looks from men in the days past.

Be it for my beauty, my body, or the look my eyes cast.

It's kinda funny ya know? I'll give em a smile or a wink for free

But None of them know me

or the nightmare I can be.

Feeding me is all consuming.

I want all of you and all you can give me

I want all of you, please at least glimpse all of me.

I'm tired of pretending I don't need love to be free

I want so badly to love someone, and for them to love me

But according to others my love is taxing, and all consuming.

To where it was a chore just to feed my lustful, beautiful needs.

I'll never let anyone call me a chore again, so long as I breathe

I don't hide my nature, im blunt

I try my best to be as clear as possible and upfront.

Yet im always doing the chasing and I'm tired of the hunt

I want someone to want me
Write sweet words and ballads of my beauty
to chase me

But I'm too jaded
By the flame of love I've been so badly burned my skin is still healing
Please someone show me the beauty and beholding

Show me life isn't all strife
Please, show me the brighter side of life.
Shatter my armor of jade with love like a sharp knife

Remove my armor of jade from my skin
With the precision of a surgeon and care of chosen kin.
Show me it's okay to love with all my strength again.
Show me my love isn't all consuming and a burden to fill in.

But alas, no one speaks with me. No one knows how I feel within.

They only see the breathing walking fantasy, not the jaded burden.