feral

everything in my body pulling at the thorns you leave 

the consequences of your actions being the start of my headaches 

i press my tongue to the roof of my mouth when you admit you say things you don't mean 

in the context of extreme anger and the lack of watching your mouth

do you say you love me without meaning it in the context of extreme contentment

and the lack of knowing what love is 

the white swan has drowned 

and the bats cry out of starvation 

you burned your body into my mattress so i keep falling into you 

the feel of your arms wrapped around me

after you say you hate me

is like ice on a bad burn 

the relief in midst of my downfall again 

the tower collapses and i watch it once more

someone has to be sick in the head

to willingly take your punches

and i'm so happy it's me 

so happy it's finally me