Mafia Princess

you entered my world through an unopened door dazzled with my mind catering to my thoughts I'd wondered your extreme motive night and day desperately trying to focus above the old man whom desires attention unsettling tantrums while throwing around muscle and mayhem cautioning my every breath the cold calm of meeting behind hidden cafe's nook's of silence while you plot and planned your next caper my eye's wide shut I do not belong here an yet your passion for control again there I was weeping pleading for serenity and peace among your wars old disagreements while you earnestly avoided conversations of truce among the families hindering goodness you folded your small arms and pouted as I glanced at the virgin mary handing you a prayer card you quickly discarded throughout your sudden inmmature haste dismissing of your friends inviting your enemies over for espresso and stale skoans again I bravely began to chip my pink nail polish a quiet notion of controllable fear I'd yet to allow you the pleasure of showing anxiety really beyond your cold fashionist banned I suppose simply because you enjoyed bullying quiet calm helpless me why you found great pleasure in tampering with my sensitive nature I gathered I'd opened the door to some kind of debt you felt the entire world owed to you kindred malice I suppose as you racketeered my prayers extorted my smile I watched your uniquely small hands groping the stone ware coffee cup eagerly demanding the waitress returns once again just to endure another insult you tactfully said under your breath before she nervously messed up your order happiness was so very far from you an yet you purposely put on an artificial sigh of cheerfulness only to lure more innocent bystanders to your evasive personality for the sole purpose of owning the right to make another poor soul completely miserable in you presence