The edge of respite.
The edge of respite.
My sweet, sweet Valentine
Oh how you dangle me
From the edge of respite.
Continuing to choke me wild
I believe I have finally admitted to your trials.
I walk the edge of the rope
Our love dangled between our fists
If we took a fall
I wonder,
If I would finally escape this thrall.
Piercing nails on my flank
Gluttonous hands in my hair
I fall into your love with the utmost despair.
Cajoling me with sweet, sharp words.
Controlling, calculative mind, so hard at work.
Ruby red lips stretched in a seductive grace.
Eyes sharp enough to cut me bare.
The bindings of our love
Are sewn to my sides.
The leash to my being
Dangled carelessly from your elegant hands.
I wonder,
Why I still want you to be mine?
Just mine.
I walk the edge
I walk it with a grimacing smile.
So lost in your love
Demeaning my own being
With just a single, utter of your words.
No, I am not mad in your love.
I am conscious throughout this endeavor.
I am just twisted in this web
That you wove from our love.
I have lost my being,
My sense of self.
I do not know where I was
And where you began.
Hurt me more
But please, hold me close.
Draw more blood, tear me apart.
But follow it with your love and comfort.
I have lost to you,
I have lost my pride,
I have lost my self, I lost my light.
I have lost as a person,
I want to curse you
But I can't let myself hurt you.
What I once was,
I would never be again.
A piece of me got lost
And what is left I can't seem to comprehend.
I walk the edge
Even to this day, even in dismay.
Like a fly trapped in the web,
I watch you advance.
Helpless in myself, and in my sense of self.
But the rope is getting thinner
And the exhaustion is taking over,
I watch with hooded eyes,
Our love dangled,
Precariously on the edge.
I wonder,
If I fall, would it or we would survive?
But it's too late now,
I am too tired at this height.
So I will let myself fall.
But I do wonder,
In another world, in another life,
Would we or our love have survived?