Earthly Own

Torn

Wrong saw beauty

These tears were stolen from her and

clipped to my face with staples.

Look at me and take me seriously.

I know you think I'm innocent

but I'm not when I'm with him.

He warped what made sense

into a delicious world of normalcy.

My face felt like a shower of cream.

I lost my keys to his room of beautiful

confusion and bloody remission.

He hid it under his disgusting warm heart.

My feet hurt after stepping on nails

around him but he won't listen to me.

He knows the pain is daggers and lust.

It's a sensuous sickness but

I'm addicted to the bolts of electricity.

I always want more and it's such

a release from the way he grips my hair.

The seasoned thrust of anger into

the mouth of my sweet kisses.

I scream my love for him.

All the damn time.

Right felt beauty.

These tears are mine,

every raw pearl.

Look away from me,

I'm too perfect.

Forever in a cage.

But he's free.

He's everything I'm not.

My face felt wane.

I found my keys.

No. He lost it again.

He couldn't find it.

My feet take steps

on gray bricks.

It is a bland joy.

I have it all,

but yearn for more.

He holds me loosely

and it breaks me.

Weak and breathy

gasps of kisses.

I sigh my love for him.

One day after the next.