The way you do...

No one has ever managed to curl my lips the way you do, The dramatic way they pull down at the sides, As the middles bleed together and jut up, Fighting themselves and loosing... No one has ever emphasised the frantic quivering of my chin, as it struggles in vain to try and keep up pretences, and hold me under some dignified control. No one has ever made my nose flare... So uncontrollably, As I gasp for air... To resuscitate me from my dismal reality. No one has ever managed, quite the way you do, To drown my iris in that clear, unforgiving liquid. The crevices it burrows into my hot cheeks, A feeble attempt to purify me from the distain in your eyes when you look at me...but do not see. No one has ever burnt my lungs in my chest And squeezed my heart till I could not breathe. No one has ever pulled apart the treads of emotion that lace up old wounds, and poured ravaging maggots in, only to seal it with a crocodile teared smile. Yet you sit there and tell me that no one will ever love me, Quite the way you do... But you have schooled me in a much 'needed' education of betrayal and self loathing. Yes you have that power over me, and I can never take it away. You birthed me Mother... And I still love you... Despite all your flaws... Would you take the time to know me so you can love me back?