Am I not your Queen?

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Summary

This is a little poem about a marriage with addiction or lack thereof?..

Status
Complete
Chapters
3
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Am I not your Queen?

I wish my love was good enough,

To wake you up and choose me,

Why aren’t I good enough?

Why am I not the vice of your life

To be granted your unconditional love?

Why aren’t I the one you crave,

Worthy of your obsessed love?

Am I not worthy to be your addiction instead?

I want to be your hardest addiction to quit and never quit because you can't do life without me.

Am I just invisible until something needs done?

Am I not your wife?

Am I not trying give you the best life?

Supposed be partner's, Partners for life,

You be My King and I your Queen,

we both giving 100% to this life together.

Am I not good enough?

Am not worthy of all your love?

Am I not 100% what you want?

Am I not valued enough?

Do you even see me?

Am I that ugly or repulsive?

Why does Satan get your attention and control you?

When you are sick or hurt, am I not the cravings?

Do I not care for you or our family enough?

Does the lying to me really make you happy?

Why am I not your 1st priority when you are mine?

Do I not want you to be the best version of yourself?

Have I not done enough yet to be your #1 addiction?

Have I not been supportive and help you through trials of every version of yourself?

Every lie, every secret kept bc satan wants chaos and destruction.

With every lie, i break into many more pieces.

With every secret that is harmful to our life together, I break into many more pieces.

With every hurtful tone, I break into many more pieces.

With every pull satan takes of you from me, I break into many more pieces.

How many pieces have to break til I'm just dust at your feet?

I wish my love was good enough,

I wish my sacrifices meant the world to you.

I wish my all was enough to break satans bonds.

I know what it means to be addicted to something, I have been addicted to you from the beginning.

We are royalty but our kingdom is suffering.

I need you to be my King and help the crops of our relationship grow and the walls not crumble but make them stronger. I can't hold it up by myself, as I am getting weaker and weaker.

Am I not your Queen?

Am I not 100% worthy of your obsession?

Why am I not your strongest vice of your life?

Am I not enough?