Every tender step is met with shards of glass
I watch the beaten path
With eyes that dart at single flicker
Still my tentative figure is charred
In the harsh blast of your scarred
And eager charge, when you march
Through the hard tenement of my past
I sit hands under chin and laugh
Hoping you reroute and surprise me
With a soft helping of mars and stars
But you are typical, and play the same cards
Tearing buildings down
And squashing cars
Smashing windows and stomping fast
Through those beaten paths
That connect my feet to my arse
And my arse to my brain
I’m proxy to your pain
I’m the blonde in the hotel room
Staring through the windowpane
Out at the concrete, splashed with rain
As I run a bath and glass of champagne
Knowing it’s the last day
I will feel the earth between my toes
Or the soft blow of your kiss again
I’ll be your punching bag forever
The shock of twist would only strain
The thick, metal capillaries I’ve trained
My heart to chain thump to
But I always forget the excruciating rush
When it floods blood through
The nervous twitch, the silent itch
The stitch that picks its spiral
The heavy blush when promises crush
Showing the world my ache
As I turn that break viral
My ballerina toes pose above the water
The tub that fills translucent
Then I watch that liquid drain
The red, the brown, the beige, the nuisance
I want newspapers to cover the windows
And double locks for all the doors
I want a helmet for the hair pull
And knee pads when I’m pushed to all fours
I need bubble wrap to trap me
So the break is but a graze
I need love and understanding
And a waver that goes right
Then stays
As when I’m laid in your bed of forget-me-nots
I forget about the days
You forced my fragile body
Into spikes that were arranged
To condemn my free thinking
My blaze that left the others amazed
That flash was too bright though
You swayed it shut, licked index and thumb
Spat disgust upon my flame
I’m merely mouse to capture
To roll around in net
They say when you meet your maker
You learn your fate
But I haven’t met him yet
So I follow all your orders
All the trends that you have set
Soaking broken skin in boiling depths
Waiting for this love to let.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 