There’s this little monster barely four feet tall
She started out needy, desperate for love and attention
She was brilliant and obedient
Yet no one really noticed.
Now she’s the occasional bitch
That cuts you with words deep.
She’s at the tip of my tongue
When I’m riled and annoyed
She would alienate me from all I love
If I let her free.
That little girl in me still hungers
For what can never be.
But her breath is mine too
Intertwined, two hearts in one soul
She would burn all the bridges
Just to prove a point
Even if the very act
Would be her final breath.
So now
When I catch her reflection in my own
I smile,
And she smiles back.
BantuGoddess 