About being with someone and them constantly changing you to suit themselves.

The sky is on fire
with a thousand ravage induced deeds
and you hold yourself in me
that way that brings me to my knees
with that inward glance
that says i will do as i please
and your mouth
from my emptiness it feeds
from that worn out heart of mine
a bleeding banquet of clouds, never divided
you chain me up, i am bound to your leash
amputation of any imperfections that i bare
is what you set out to destroy
leaving me lifeless, undecided
limbless, i am undone
reworked to you idealistic nature
symmetry to your broken lens
distraught you’ve beheaded me of my own thoughts
i grieve for the life i will never lead
you are the sculptor of me
your never ending masterpiece
telling me not to hold myself that way
but you’ve rendered me powerless
i cannot oblige with heart anymore
my core is numb, transparent in my ways
you are the fire inside my voice
the visions of sky i will always greet
even when the moon breaks its pardon over me
your blazing eyes still reach deep
threatening to change me on into the every day
Rhiannon Beetlestone © Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved

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