Nov 2013
You destroy me.
Every time I feel like I’ve finally regained balance from your tornado winds ripping through my existence you return. And I’m never ever ever ready.
Finally I am reborn and rebuilt from the ashes and rubble you leave behind, and you tear me apart like the crumpled wet tissues I cry black eyeliner tattoos into at night. They always spell out your name.
You always come without warning, a thief in the night intent on taking every ******* **** thing you can get your hands on, every solitary item I ever held near to my beaten bruised and misshapen heart. And you take that too, and pierce it to the wall with the sharp passion in your empty-shell love ballads. You lay it out for all to see, beating viciously, vulnerable. You touch it till it burns with desire and then you toss it aside, an old child’s toy you have grown bored with. And you leave me to shudder and cry into the cold night, alone. You always leave me alone. To die.
And I cry for a few days, flee into the dark to tend to my wounds, huddled and afraid. People try to touch me and I draw away. It stings when they try to wipe away the endless river of tears. And then I pull myself together and I start to rebuild. I surround myself in my friends, build a protective shell around myself with their compassion and empathy. And when I finally feel safe, you barge right in and blow my house down.
My big bad life-******* werewolf.
Why?
Why do you do this to me? Why do you torture me? Can’t you read the pain on my face, see the sleepless nights in the bags under my haunted eyes? Where is this full moon that keeps bringing you back to me at those moments when I can’t handle it? What makes you feel the need to lift me out of the water im drowning in and throw me in deeper? I need to find your kryptonite before I can’t rebuild anymore.
I’m still waiting for the night you sneak into my window just to hold me.
Every time I feel like I’ve finally regained balance from your tornado winds ripping through my existence you return. And I’m never ever ever ready.
Finally I am reborn and rebuilt from the ashes and rubble you leave behind, and you tear me apart like the crumpled wet tissues I cry black eyeliner tattoos into at night. They always spell out your name.
You always come without warning, a thief in the night intent on taking every ******* **** thing you can get your hands on, every solitary item I ever held near to my beaten bruised and misshapen heart. And you take that too, and pierce it to the wall with the sharp passion in your empty-shell love ballads. You lay it out for all to see, beating viciously, vulnerable. You touch it till it burns with desire and then you toss it aside, an old child’s toy you have grown bored with. And you leave me to shudder and cry into the cold night, alone. You always leave me alone. To die.
And I cry for a few days, flee into the dark to tend to my wounds, huddled and afraid. People try to touch me and I draw away. It stings when they try to wipe away the endless river of tears. And then I pull myself together and I start to rebuild. I surround myself in my friends, build a protective shell around myself with their compassion and empathy. And when I finally feel safe, you barge right in and blow my house down.
My big bad life-******* werewolf.
Why?
Why do you do this to me? Why do you torture me? Can’t you read the pain on my face, see the sleepless nights in the bags under my haunted eyes? Where is this full moon that keeps bringing you back to me at those moments when I can’t handle it? What makes you feel the need to lift me out of the water im drowning in and throw me in deeper? I need to find your kryptonite before I can’t rebuild anymore.
I’m still waiting for the night you sneak into my window just to hold me.
