I fucked up,
I will admit to that.
Willingly I took you too far,
now I can’t bring you back.
I dragged you down,
liking how you felt in my arms.
(do you want to be brought back my love?)
It’s all too familiar now.
The look of steel-like satin ribbons
around
slender wrists.
The harsh,
flirting smile.
Holding on to the promise of a sweet escape,
I long to feel you break
(like I was forced to do)
Calling out to anyone who can hear you.
Hear me.
On the bed,
next to me
my heart knows you’re there.
Slipping deeper in that space
where I can’t reach you.
You can’t reach me,
for me.
I admit it excites me to see you fade
when I am strong
( are you the same when it’s my turn to look away?)
No resistance to what I have
to offer.
To what you willingly fight to
give.
I thought you were the one to end the cycle,
to make me whole,
bring me to the light again.
I thought you were the one to hold me
down,
you’re like all the rest,
you weren’t strong enough
to take me.
The pieces now won’t fit together.
Stuck in this moment forever,
between the two of us.
I see the pain of it all more clearly.
(the passion is there I’m sure)
I long to see how this will end
when neither of us want it.
We need it.
Holding on to the promise of a sweet escape,
I long to feel you break .
Calling out to anyone who can hear you.
Hear me.
Hear us.