Empty Vessel

Empty vessel.

A cave.

A hole

To use for shelter

When Mother Nature threatens his strength.

He hides there.

Makes it His.

Makes it feel like a home.

His home.

Then leaves

When Mother Nature no longer makes him feel small.

He leaves.

She is tired of being empty

And exhausted of being full.

Naivety is a curse

But she is the witch.

Not him.

She chooses to hear the words

He doesn't say.

She chooses to believe that maybe

This time

She might be seen as more.

More than instant gratification

More than a tool to make love

To His insecurities.

She has her own insecurities

But they waste His time.

What does He care

That He,

And everyone of them

Replicate her favourite demon.

The demon that locked her in.

He locked her in her car

And he locked her in her body

And to this day,

She has not escaped either.

She hates you

But she needs you.

Who is she if not yours to ruin?

Her purpose has always been clear.

And in that sense

She adores you.

You remind her that she is successful

At serving her purpose.

And there's a comfort in that.

For if men like you

Did not exist

To remind her of her place,

Then she might just open her eyes,

And open her car door,

Just enough to know

That she is not small.

And that would be very dangerous

For men

Like you.