There are some nights that I am apple pie.

Wholesome. Sweet. All-American. The perfect pearl clad housewife.

I'll cook your dinner. Rub your feet. Scratch your back. Fix your drink.

I'll be your wife.

Some nights though, I am whipped, creamy skin.

Depraved. Wet. Begging. The sluttiest little whore.

I'll suck your cock. Kneel at your feet. Scratch your back. Ride you hard.

I'll be your good girl.

I am both. And both parts of me are yours.

I drank a cocktail of moonlight

Intoxicated by you in the heat of the night

With your body contoured like ebony wood

Under the stars both naked we stood

With your eyes that burnt like wild fire

Our lips bonded in sheer desire

Among the flames I danced

Enslaved and entranced

I touched your skin hard and pulled at your hips

Bringing you firmly to my lips

That night I found a new religion

As I prayed at your feet free from inhibition

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No romantic words or soft caress

No red roses just lift my dress

Eat me

Deeply

Then against the wall I made you mine

I swallowed you down like some cheap wine

You are just a tissue discarded on the floor

After tonight we will be no more

See through me, 

I can change your Vision.

Hear through me, 

I can change your Voice.

Feel through me, 

and I can change how you Love.

When young I was green

Over time became keen

As I got older

I became bolder

Now I’m a Green Soldier

Older, bolder, keen and green

The pages of his life had been stained with ink that wrote a story of fear

She came and wrote new chapters

That were passion filled

Past stories began to fade

For he could see they were written with disappearing ink

But hers are red with kisses of peace

Do you remember when you were four years old,

When you didn't care about how your body looked.

When you didn't know how it should look.

You didn't care about what you ate or what you weighed.

You didn't even know what perfection was.

You were just purely you.

Who even told you what flaws were?

Who told you what was beautiful,

And what was not?

Who had the audacity to ruin your perfect self image.

And start a world of impossible standards.

Who created the demon inside of you?

The demon that has now taken over your life.

The one that made you care more about the number on the scale,

Or the blemish on your face,

Then your self worth.

The demon screaming inside of you,

Hammering in the message that you will never be loved,

Not unless you meet an impossible list of "perfection".

A list filled with thigh gaps, tiny waists, big eyes and perfect skin.

A list that will tear you apart.

The demon hollows out your insides,

Taking away any joy you had left in your body,

Until there is nothing.

Creating an abyss that will never be filled.

It makes it so all you can think about is everything you are not.

You'd rather starve than eat.

You would rather cut your arms,

Than look at yourself in a mirror.

The demon will not stop until you hate yourself.

Until you loathe your very existence,

And cry yourself to sleep.

It will keep on growing and growing,

until you fade away to nothingness.

You have to take away its power.

Look away from that magazine,

And step away from that scale.

Stop thinking about what your not,

And embrace who you are.

Stop caring about a space between your thighs,

Or a timepiece like figure.

And start caring about you.

Your body is your only home.

Stop treating it like its broken,

Or messy.

Stop trying to clean and fix your already perfect house.

The only one who can kill the demon

Is you.

I lay awake,

wondering who I am,

where I stand

Most of the time I can't recall where I lay,

nor can I ever recall who I really am.

However in this case,

I know where I stand and where I shall stay put.

I am me, and shall I ever be different then

oh forgive me

I shall be me and only thy

Never will I take the chance of being another

I am real

I will always be real

Sometimes I feel as if I can be walked through,

like a ghost, a lost soul

forgotten in the darkness

But deep inside that darkness

There will always be someone

That will help walk you through

And come back into the light

I shall stay put on this side

And this side shall stick with me

This is me

Being positive

As positive as I can be

In a world full of negative

Negative is all around me

But I shall always be

Positive

No matter what the consequences

May

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