A Pocket Full Of Posies

by anderehalfe

Johan loves his sister a great deal.

Little Sister,

I was born to shower you with flowers fair,

As it fills this haze within me,

Give me all of the burdens that you bear,

And I shall set you free.

Little Sister,

My heart carries feelings of disdain,

But it is not aimed at you,

My Liebe, never is it aimed at you,

It is reserved for those who have done wrong,

And I cannot disguise the anger and rage,

For those who engage in hurting a bride.

Little Sister,

As misunderstood my intentions seem,

Please believe me when I say,

My love for you is all that gleams.

Little Sister,

Can we say that we love each other?

Little Sister,

When we ventured off,

You held my hand as tight as you could,

Fear did not touch me,

Because I was where you stood.

Little Sister,

You hold sway over my days,

Your power undeniable in countless ways,

You control my every move,

You frighten others with power I cannot disprove,

But Fear does not touch me,

You leave me only in awe,

Only in desire,

The buildings that burn mirror the flames,

In my heart's fire.

Little Sister,

You control everything I do,

Because you are me,

And I am you.

Little Sister,

I have a monster inside me,

A ravenous beast that lurks,

The monster inside me roars and rages,

It threatens to tear apart the cages,

I've built in my heart,

To keep it apart,

But it's a battle that never ages.

Little Sister,

Yet I let it lick the crumbs you drop for me,

Your affection I need so desperately,

After years and years it has proven,

As my adolescence wanes,

That I am but a beggar,

Yearning for your love and touch,

As my humanity drains.

Little Sister,

Your eyes are those of daggers,

They ensnare my thoughts and leave me in your depths,

No other soul could capture my heart,

Even if I dared to seek,

In a world filled with such dark and cruelty,

I could hurt you in any way,

Yet, I'd rather perish without dismay.

Little Sister,

I would rather die than see you cry,

Your tears penetrate my soul like a knife,

I would do anything to erase your sorrow,

To bring back the light in your eyes.

Little Sister,

I know my existence exhausts you,

I know that you feel disturbed,

If you value my suffering, I will hand it to you,

It is my gift, dear sister, my offering,

As anything you throw at me is like a treasure,

A precious gem to be cherished.

Little Sister,

I will swallow the poisons you have gathered,

And let them course through my veins,

And if you so desire,

I will laugh through my pain.

Little Sister,

I would let thorns pierce my throat,

If that is what you want, without a note,

I will smile when I bleed,

Because you looked in my direction,

And that, dear sister, is all I need.

Little Sister,

I watch you from afar,

As you move through life with ease,

While I stumble and fall,

While I am on my knees,

Because it is what you desire,

It is what you need,

To be rid of me, to be liberated,

From the shadow I cast upon your life.

Little Sister,

I want you so badly,

To kiss you so sadly,

To show you love so madly.

I am hungry and miserable without you near,

Which is why I would let thorns pierce my throat, my dear.

Little Sister,

I still look at you with eyes that want you,

Often with those that want to make love,

The desire to be trapped inside you,

Of being one forever,

I deserve it, I crave it,

To be taken by you, to be owned.

Little Sister,

Anna, darling,

You can take me roughly,

Or with gentle caresses,

In your arms, my heart undresses.

Little Sister,

I am yours to command,

Yours to shape and mold,

In whatever way you see fit,

Your devoted servant, my spirit will submit.

Little Sister,

So take me in your hands,

And do with me as you please,

For I am nothing without you,

And everything with you.

Little Sister,

My Liebe, the words you speak are heavy and deep,

Let me weave them into a tapestry so tender and sweet,

Remember everything belongs to you,

And that includes me.

Little Sister,

Like a pocket full of posy,

The petals so delicate and light,

I will bloom for you,

In darkness and in light,

This is what we were made to do.

Little Sister,

So pluck those posies, my dear,

I will be waiting for you right here,

In this pocket, I will hide,

As your love, I will abide.

Little Sister,

I was born to shower you with flowers fair,

As it fills this haze within me,

Give me all of the burdens that you bear,

And I shall set you free.