On the deck I lie, beaten and battered
I've put my heart on the line, but did it really matter?
My flesh has been flayed and bound by steel,
I'm condemned to myself and the things that I feel
Another nail, beaten too
Tearing through my carapace and securing all that is loose,
The bolts, the nuts, the bones and the screws,
I lie ripped apart and exposing all of me to all of you
What's vulnerability really if not an autopsy of the soul?
Never are we so bare and exposed, these insecurities taking their tolls,
Another bang and another thump, another nail is driven through,
The bearer of the hammer, it had to have been you
The flesh is seared and as taut as could be,
did I do this to myself or have you done this to me?
I watch as you line up another nail, but I can't stop you,
The truth is I love to be this bare, would you let me break you down too?
My heart stays on the line, and for you, you can have it in whole,
My wit, my body, my mind, and my soul.
Vulnerability passes with haste
While regret lingers, ever bitter the taste
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC
On the deck I lie, beaten and battered
I've put my heart on the line, but did it really matter?
My flesh has been flayed and bound by steel,
I'm condemned to myself and the things that I feel
Another nail, beaten too
Tearing through my carapace and securing all that is loose,
The bolts, the nuts, the bones and the screws,
I lie ripped apart and exposing all of me to all of you
What's vulnerability really if not an autopsy of the soul?
Never are we so bare and exposed, these insecurities taking their tolls,
Another bang and another thump, another nail is driven through,
The bearer of the hammer, it had to have been you
The flesh is seared and as taut as could be,
did I do this to myself or have you done this to me?
I watch as you line up another nail, but I can't stop you,
The truth is I love to be this bare, would you let me break you down too?
My heart stays on the line, and for you, you can have it in whole,
My wit, my body, my mind, and my soul.
Vulnerability passes with haste
While regret lingers, ever bitter the taste
With someone dear in mind. To the people that you make everything feel fine ♡
