- Non-Erotic Poetry
- His Possession
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He tells me he loves me
He tells me he owns me
The minute I disobey him
He quickly disowns me
He calls me a whore
A slut and a bitch
Not sure if it's love
Obsession or which
His temper hynotizes me
His words control me
When I have done wrong
No one can console me
I want to please him
I want to be good
But I just end up doing
Things I never should
Love is tricky
Love is hard
Love's not a movie
Or a stupid greeting card
It takes work everyday
Like a job, in a sense
It's the fine print on a contract
It's that hidden expense
But the expense is worth it
Everyone's paid it
Some have crashed and burned
Others have made it
I struggle to make it
I struggle to please
I struggle to make him smile
Sometimes falling to my knees
I know that he loves me
And I love him too
He also controls me
Everything that I do
So no matter to me
If it's love or obsession
So be it, I say
Let me be his possession
