Please love me.

She touched the bruises on her shoulders.

Please love me.

She hasn’t shrunk yet.

 

Please fight for me.

He doesn’t allow her to stand up.

Please fight for me.

He bites as he kisses.

 

Please respect me.

He manoeuvres her body as he pleases.

Please respect me.

He leaves her after he’s done.

 

Please come back to me.

He doesn’t have to be warm.

Please come back to me.

She takes what he offers, not much.

 

She is looking for her father.

In every man.

Wants to achieve love, finally, both ways.

And fails to listen to her inner child

That knows that in her father’s echoes

Love is a thing never to be found.

Klimt,_Goldfische

“Goldfische” by Gustav Klimt (1862-1918)  

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