subtle
the pressure works
like a boeing landing
closing in from all sides, invisible
that sense of
you should do something
be nice
give in
ah, the manipulation
but the mellowed drama is craftily sincere
played out in earnest
here i am, helpless
kind of
and i, me, the unworthy soul
am asking you
my queen
translate: you’re gorgeous, beautiful
see how i grovel before such majesty
to suffer my wounds
and heal meÂ
always with that unspoken demand
to follow through
as if this were high romance
and ye the dying knight
carried back, a-wounded
only there are no wounds
no suffering beyond a pressing need
to do
well, yes
me
which is why i break the spell
with realism
and refuse
that’s barely a flesh wound
here’s a first aid kit
use it.
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