Am I Weird or Is It Just Me?

Okay what happens when a woman reads poetry and THAN listens to Fiona Apple? Apparently this...

Just FYI, if you are easily offended or do not care for "dark" poetry than I wouldn't continue reading this post. See the thing is, I often feel different, NOT one of the crowd. There is something dark, tainted because of how I grew up, so no matter how much I live in the light now, I still remember the dark. I wrote this poem and I'll try not to over analyze or "tell" you what it means, because I feel that people should be able to take away what they want from poetry, books. This post isn't about the obvious and that's all I'm gonna say. (Side note, I tried to figure out how to spell Feanning? Whatever I couldn't figure it out. Like I'm feaning for something...)

Do I Scare You?

As I stand above you towering and strong I can smell your fear, I can smell your desire Do you know who I am? Do you care? Are you scared to look further, do I entice you? Does my scent arouse you? Is that me you are feaning for?

When I sit upon my throne and I dangle my leg, does it excite you? As I open my eyes and stare into your soul, do you sense me, can you taste me? When I allow you to come near, do your knees weaken, does your voice work? I let my desire spill forth, my anger and fury, my sexiness and passion Don't leave before the show starts, don't leave before I finish

When I open my arms, full of emotion and fire Will you touch it? Will you want it?

I will burn you down and laugh at your ashes I will turn my nose up and spit upon your body Let him burn I bellow, I scream and I shout Let him burn for his passion, let him be consumed, let HIM be weak

I don't need you.

I don't need you.

I don't need you.

But can you say the same?