Through the clenched teeth <br />you sink in with this, <br />belief that you're stronger than me. <br /> <br />These, <br />broken smiles are your nightmares <br />but you stay strong and send me your <br />deepest devotion to be with death, <br />hand in hand, <br />flesh to flesh. <br /> <br />You've done nothing but tear up me inside and out, <br />left not a dropp of hostility towards anyone again, <br />not to ever look at the light in the abyss of dark, <br />but only to see clearly into the crypts of the insane. <br /> <br />I've been crawling and fighting tooth and nail to be seen <br />by you, <br />clenching through pain and going through trials of the unseen <br />just be in the prescence of such a look of perfection. <br /> <br />To you you think that I'm this weak little monster, <br />your little disaster that you use when needed, <br />when I have a knife hidden beneath selfishness and <br />sorrow, <br />knowing that when I strike, <br />all will end.<br /><br />Elizabeth Tyease Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-horrors-of-the-weak/
