Vincent

Perfection is all that matters
You were a pretty porcelain doll to be put on display for all to see
Serving yourself up like a delicacy
To be devoured by whoever saw fit
You needed to be everything for them
And maybe they'd like you
Like you, not love you
because love was foolish
and it made you feel stupid
and it got you hurt
And you would not be hurt, not again

Now, sitting here
feeling his skin on yours,
hearing your name on his lips,
seeing the look in his eyes when he smiles at you,
You find that you don't really care anymore
He's yours
Yours, yours, yours
And you are his
And frankly, that's all you need to be