She rears her ugly head and snarls,
she’s hungry, she needs her fix.
Her food is those who love her,
she swallows them whole but spits them out when they fight back.
She is weak, stupid, broken and fragile,
and although it feels as if she destroys all she touches,
I want to fix her.
Those who see her can’t help but feel sorry,
Those who love her can’t help but feel sad.
To see the one they love destroy themselves this way.
I wonder if these promises she spills are lies,
if they’re pure and sweet,
or poison which she feeds me yet again.
I hope that she can be saved,
even though I know there is nothing for me to do,
except watch the woman I love slowly destroy herself and ask for help.
I hope that they can fix her,
this monster is a stranger in my eyes,
and even love cannot show her the way out of this nasty trap she has built for herself.
