This will be my final installment, and while it has some good lines, I still find it a bit revealing and embarassing, and perhaps a little contrived.. I am highly open to criticism, however.. so please do!
Oh, to be the object of your lust! My heart and soul I gave with misplaced trust. My principals were sacrificed for the sake of my desire. My secrets, hopes, and dreams just added fuel to the fire. Now i'm left with nothing, save that which you give to me, Those ever-fleeting moments when you set my body free. Objectified, I have no pride. I do just as you say. I close my eyes, Internalize, I let you have your way.
Oh, to be the object of your shame! A warm body having neither face, nor name. A consolation you'd be happy to forget upon the dawn, But lacking that convenience, you'll be sure the shades are drawn. No whispers must escape of our world beneath your sheets, And of course I'll act indifferent, should by chance our two paths meet.
I am not allowed To be too proud And solicit your attention. I must wait And contemplate In silent apprehension.
Oh, to be the object of your scorn! A thing that you once pitied, I have now become a thorn. If not by your side, then in your side I'll stay. Though you will look at other faces, mine will never go away. You created your own prison when you strung me out on hope, For with that bitter string I'll bind you when I have no other rope.
Bound in my pain, You will remain Secure in my possession. Fight as you will, But you are still The object of my obsession.
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