Pieces of who I used to be

Force me to my knees

steal the air I breathe

shame me

claim me

stop one step short of maiming me

You never blamed me

for being a whore

You made me Yours

kept me off the streets

and away from other men's sheets

You kept me from the beds of despair

running Your hands through my tangled hair

You set aside my words and wants

for my dreams and needs

You heard me screaming

in a world unbelieving

that there was more than empty meniality

as you release your needs upon my body

your playground screaming in an endless river

dying to be heard

begging for a place to hide

You made me Your bride

took possession of my being

now you give me the space to grieve

and I no longer know what I need

to be let be, or beaten till I bleed

a queen whore on her knees

Master I have lost

that clarity of being

Master I'm trying to catch myself

but I think I need some help

I store my feelings on the shelf

using emotions to control other emotions

it's an inside explosion in motion

I was born without the ability to be broken

but I feel like I am losing pieces

of who I used to be

Master, I no longer know what I need

throw me on the bed

crawl inside my head

pulling those invisible threads

I have drowned

in amazing grace

pretty like lace

a once empty vessel floating through space

trying to hide my face and discover my place

I am no longer who I was

am I who I was meant to be?

Please don't ever set me free

from the bounds of our reality

Master I am losing

pieces of me.