Nothing spells masochist like my pride …
I staggered miles in barefoot to pray,
Gird my soul from earth-shattering pain
Rifle through all the memories I hate
To recall the ache of disdain, and all
My tears, they wet the beaten path
My thoughts, a silo, where missiles dwell
Palpitations rapt in the darkest math
Add or subtract, it all equals hell.
There is a saboteur inside
Inward, my ego calls his name
I hear, I accept these subtle lies
A victim I, to his wicked games
My frail bones split so decisive
imparting assaults from sticks and stones
Our stance of love is always divisive
My love, I should be left all alone
But craving lust means, your body
Draped upon me, the blackness inside,
Lost with this animal hobby
submittal unto my primal side.
Nothing spells masochist like my pride
Like an abusive love I can’t leave
My brain won’t let me, I love the ride
The abuses my soul receives.
Its cells all have their own prisons
Many lessons given for munitions
Quite the scholar of lessons given
‘Tis what my mind physician said.
How long until fake love is dead,
Robust this rapport with regret,
Time melts away, inside my head,
I ponder all ways I could forget
Can I force myself to respect me?
Hit the relationship reset key
It feels like my paths are preset
For heartache’s sore soliloquy
The plot lines laid like my heartlines,
Filled with holes that need to be filled
I, privy to the labors outlined,
Say do your worst, and I’ll rebuild.
As a ship forlorn in the ocean
I laugh, embracing the currents
Filtered mind ready for the notion
Of craving you, despite your deterrence.
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- Nothing Spells Masochist Like my Pride, Don’t Worry My Heart Can Take It - November 18, 2021
- Flower Cover - November 16, 2021
- This Life is Rotten Friend, Purposely Led Astray - November 16, 2021