Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2018
Why do you make me do this to you?
Can’t you see I love you?
Can’t you see this is the last time?
The last time I will lay my hands upon you.
The last time I will hear your bones break
The torture on your face is my love shining through
It’s how you know I am for real.
A beacon of love, ever bright
You wear it like a badge for all to see.
Why must you cover it up?
My love for you.
Why can’t you just shut your mouth?
Try to see things through my eyes
This is the last time, I swear,
That I will ever show you that I care.
This is the last time you will ever
breathe my same polluted air.
You’re bruised and broken
Broken down but not fully aware
My love knows no bounds
Ribs are shattering
Without a sound
In obedience I keep you
with my love.
This is the last time you will know
My love for you.
You’re hollow
Empty - a shadow of your former self
And you love me too.
All black and blue
So Beautiful
In your bed of pine
Lying in silent obedience
One last time.
Andrew Rolston
Written by
Andrew Rolston  42/M/Michigan
(42/M/Michigan)   
92
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems