Anger
Rake in the winter with a shovel for hands, you bring yourself the darkness you fear.
The chair that you work for has a sticky left wing, a piece of your future on the pier.
Empty hands that should hold that lover in reach; cry just to touch her very skin.
Weak enough to jump from the safety of home, to the cobalt underneath the bridge.
Bold enough to hold that crimson blade against the floor, with a gaping neck filled to the ridge…
…but horror fails to meet with that feeling of choking on my blood.
I hope one day you can stop me…
Through the pieces of flesh that seem to gather starkly, to the mile long thoughts that seem to take it from me.
For the sake of my future and my abilities, to those reassured friends who want to live it through me.
Before I rake in the winter with blood on my hands… I hope one day you can stop me…
By growing for years, a barricade, to protect my fragile skin.
Rest in the silence from the lack of your scent. I talk to you as if you are near…
Days pass and people wedge their tiny hands in, your puppet love that keeps me here.
On the waves, they fill my ears, block your voice and meld with my tears.
Taint me with all your thoughts.
Paint me with all you’re not.
Break me with all you’ve got.
Rape me with all your heart.
Anchor
The truth is that you’re my anchor. How does it feel to mean so much? How does it feel to never understand? Please listen now, I am running thin… It’ll be only you, you and him. I can’t lose anymore time, I’m far too scared… and even though I shine an armored fence, I’m crumbling from this fault line that we rest on. Please, I beg forgiveness. I may look weak, but if you love me now. I may be defeated but if somehow, I’m still the force I can be, one day you’ll turn around and be thankful for me. Please.
Wake me from this adolescent nightmare with a kiss and your orange hair. Wake me from this adolescent nightmare and maybe you’ll apologize so we can forgive and forget?
Something tells me I’ll always love you.