So close to heaven, that I could reach out and touch it.
Then you took it.
Snatched it from me.
Showed me how horrible you can be.
You understood me, said you loved me.
You were just playing a game with me.
I am just your puppet.
Building me up to knock me down.
Again.
There is no love for me in you, master.
I wish I hated you.
I wish I could leave you.
You know I’ll always follow, so confident in that aren’t you?
Just say those words, even though we know they are lies.
I need and hate to hear them.
I beg you will say them, then hate myself when you do.
“I love you, Babygirl,” you say so easily.
“Kneel at my feet, Babygirl,” you say.
I do.
So easily.
I kneel for you always.
I look up at you.
“I love you master,”
I can’t stop.
