Remove Your Sights From Me

In his mind I fed him hope from a silver spoon,
when all I wanted was for him to leave me to silence, to ponder my dirty mistake.
I gave him the body he screamed for, the swaying form,
 in his mind I belonged to him  in that moment and ever on.

He will never know how I scrubbed my skin raw to remove his crawling on my skin.
He makes me sick claiming undying love when All his dim witted mind could fathom was fucking!
Begs me to talk to him, see where we stand, I all ready know where I stand, here learning to remember my definition, finding my heart and soul piece by piece in hold of a real man.

Why is no not understood? Why do you drive through a town that holds nothing for you searching for what never and will never belong to you?
Why must I watch over my shoulder continuously feeling your eyes gliding across my skin?

A scarecrow are you no brain to explain that your behavior is irrational and deserving of a straight jacket, and a padded room.

Sadly you will never know I fear what I've always wanted most, always tracing the present with memory of you, and your ghost.
I hesitate before opening my lips to read my memoir to another's like soul, because you taught me insanity in obsession exists, a person changes his persona in the blink of an eye and that people are too quick to proclaim love.
Don't know me beyond my flesh, I asked you time and time again when you claimed as much, what is it you love?
You repeated your superficial desires, continuously wrapping my legs around your neck, indulging in only that that is seen, never bothering to face the venom that spit from cobra's mouth protecting my self from harm.
You wanted a trophy, obsessed over face and mere bits. There was more to me then the surface, but you didn't care bare me further once your selfishness was fed.

In my heart in my soul you do not exist, but my mind shakes in fits of fear and rage knowing your lurking to close for comfort watching me attempting to live.