Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Distress

Upon this soft bed your skin touches mine
As you curl up your fist to punch my face
Whisper in my ear, memorize my sighs
Drying dark, crimson streaks around my grace
Kiss me, cradle me, breathe me into you
Hold my head up high to hit me again
Protect me like the lover I once knew
Rape my self respect like it's not a sin
Wipe my tears away when I am weeping
Or just walk out the door and forget me
Return to my dreams when I am sleeping
I've tried to love you but you won't let me
My battered heart is in constant distress;
Beating me senseless would hurt so much less

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