Scribblings Of A Dramatic Introvert

You came in as a slave to my dispensation Or that was at least what I thought. Although, you've never been one to fit in my back pocket Nor fit in the crease of my palms But you my love, Slowly taught me devotion. I never failed to note your succumb to outage of energy, And I ever dutifully restored you to normalcy, My soft palm softly caressing your fragile bodice. You always lay in wait for me, And even if I never could tell so Finding you always made me a lot more than simply giddy. Maybe you never listened (Or you were just incapable of doing so) But I dare say I served you more than you did me. When you had your first fall over a rock hard surface, Slashes threatening to ruin your flawless face, Little did I know that was the beginning of your fall from grace. You push me to edges, Flip us over, tugging hard at my neck scarf Staring hard into my eyes as you shut down in stillness. I've pulled you back to life each time, But honey I'm so ti...