Once again
Her face has just swallowed
his fist
Once shocked features
Have now melted into resigned
acceptance
Hollow eyes turn from him
Ignoring the truth
If she was strong she'd walk away
And keep walking
Instead
She tries yet again to revive parts of him that have long been dead
She pulls to him
Places herself in his arms
Arms that have also been her cage
She plays anchor
Holding him in place
As he falls in on himself
She supports him
even though it's wrong
even though it's her blood that stains his hands
even though his actions caused her scars
She weeps for him
Weeps for the monster he has become
She massages ****** fist
into crimson fans of surrender
If she had the courage
she'd uproot herself from him
She'd know
that she shouldn't feel alone
when he holds her
and that
she shouldn't feel too much bone
and not nearly enough skin
She'd know
that there is too much they will
never be
Even when it was just them
in that black curtained room
in nothing but their shells of self
she stayed
As she washed her blood from his hands
and as his treaty swirled down the drain
she stayed
As he digs in and rips her open once again
she stays
And waits
until it is once again time to play anchor
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
Once again
Her face has just swallowed
his fist
Once shocked features
Have now melted into resigned
acceptance
Hollow eyes turn from him
Ignoring the truth
If she was strong she'd walk away
And keep walking
Instead
She tries yet again to revive parts of him that have long been dead
She pulls to him
Places herself in his arms
Arms that have also been her cage
She plays anchor
Holding him in place
As he falls in on himself
She supports him
even though it's wrong
even though it's her blood that stains his hands
even though his actions caused her scars
She weeps for him
Weeps for the monster he has become
She massages ****** fist
into crimson fans of surrender
If she had the courage
she'd uproot herself from him
She'd know
that she shouldn't feel alone
when he holds her
and that
she shouldn't feel too much bone
and not nearly enough skin
She'd know
that there is too much they will
never be
Even when it was just them
in that black curtained room
in nothing but their shells of self
she stayed
As she washed her blood from his hands
and as his treaty swirled down the drain
she stayed
As he digs in and rips her open once again
she stays
And waits
until it is once again time to play anchor
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