Does she tell you you're her sunshine?
Does she tell you you're her life?
Does she whisper in your ear at night?
"I love you"
Damn you're lucky.
But I've got someone, a somebody too.
She's not a lover.
She's not a friend.
She's a monster.
She's a queen.
She doesn't play god,
She IS god.
My god, anyway.
She doesn't hold me close at night,
Or softly kiss me with love-filled eyes
No.
Shooting pain,
A harsh crack,
Long red welts down my back.
Why don't I leave her, you ask?
Because I can't.
I hate her.
I love her.
Either way, she makes me feel alive.
Guess what? I'm obsessed.
Go figure.