I miss it
The warmth down my skin
A cold front across a dark plain
A rush of absolution
My clemency
Scored rims disabled anxious imagination
Aching that was too much to handle alone
Agony that I couldn’t stop
A dagger of hope was my exhaust
It was my control
Mine to hold

Waved edges faced an already tattered surface
Smooth stings to a flawed coating
My dreadful indulgence
Companions that couldn’t judge
Notched lines that couldn’t deceit me
They loved me and did what I said
Every command to my improper thinking
My world of silver linings blazing
No one could take it from me
No one could see
It was my control
Mine to hold

She used me
He abused me
But my ragged partners adored me
Jagged contours set fires to battered perceptions
Life was dishonest
My allies were polished
My allies were serene
Barbed creases treasured me
Beautiful indents, liberated senses
It was my control
Mine to hold

They cradled a poor mentality and rocked it to restless sleep
They guarded a lost instinct
My alluring blades of acquittal
My blessed silver linings