The way you say those words
makes me
fall back in.
The mind games you play
can be so cruel;
causing stings and pulses
surging in my skull.
You’re not an addiction;
I would have to enjoy you, crave you,
need you for that.
No, you are a deadly medicine.
My sickness is loneliness
and you are the drug I take
to cease this episode.
Your domesticated wolf.
I have claws and teeth and all
the things you want to strip me of.
But they are also the features you
long for in bed alone at night.
I can howl and
growl
and whimper at your feet.
Still you trap me in a leash.
I hunt you during the day;
but you chase your hound at night.
I’ve loved you and lost you;
it’s time for me to stalk,
to roam the wilds, free of you.
But you only grasp my mane tighter.
You ***** my heavy, soft fur;
marvel and leer at my savage,
intoxicating form.
You think you have tamed the beast
which means you can own me.
‘See these luminescent eyes?
They’re mine.’
You make me feel the unbearable
weight of guilt;
strapped along my back.
Of trying to stop this imprisonment.
Because it is a hellish cage for us both.
You make me feel all fetid and rank inside;
endlessly making the mistakes you don’t know if
you can forgive me for, love me for.
I don’t want to be dealt the vicious card of villain.
I don’t want to be the murderer.
The internal bleeding I hide,
makes me realise
I have no choice.
Lose you, be loved by you, end you,
all mean the same twisted inky blotch.
I only wish I could have been the one to lunge.
Lunge for your throat.
Rip gashes in the sinewy, tall
master I have.
Tear your limbs from you;
cleave your confidence, your stoicism.
Erase that brutish nature only I can see.
Instead of you choking me.
Instead of the tight noose around my throat.
Before you cut it off and whipped my hide
as I bounded to the closest shadows I could find.
Tamed so much that power was forgotten.
Your domesticated wolf.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
The way you say those words
makes me
fall back in.
The mind games you play
can be so cruel;
causing stings and pulses
surging in my skull.
You’re not an addiction;
I would have to enjoy you, crave you,
need you for that.
No, you are a deadly medicine.
My sickness is loneliness
and you are the drug I take
to cease this episode.
Your domesticated wolf.
I have claws and teeth and all
the things you want to strip me of.
But they are also the features you
long for in bed alone at night.
I can howl and
growl
and whimper at your feet.
Still you trap me in a leash.
I hunt you during the day;
but you chase your hound at night.
I’ve loved you and lost you;
it’s time for me to stalk,
to roam the wilds, free of you.
But you only grasp my mane tighter.
You ***** my heavy, soft fur;
marvel and leer at my savage,
intoxicating form.
You think you have tamed the beast
which means you can own me.
‘See these luminescent eyes?
They’re mine.’
You make me feel the unbearable
weight of guilt;
strapped along my back.
Of trying to stop this imprisonment.
Because it is a hellish cage for us both.
You make me feel all fetid and rank inside;
endlessly making the mistakes you don’t know if
you can forgive me for, love me for.
I don’t want to be dealt the vicious card of villain.
I don’t want to be the murderer.
The internal bleeding I hide,
makes me realise
I have no choice.
Lose you, be loved by you, end you,
all mean the same twisted inky blotch.
I only wish I could have been the one to lunge.
Lunge for your throat.
Rip gashes in the sinewy, tall
master I have.
Tear your limbs from you;
cleave your confidence, your stoicism.
Erase that brutish nature only I can see.
Instead of you choking me.
Instead of the tight noose around my throat.
Before you cut it off and whipped my hide
as I bounded to the closest shadows I could find.
Tamed so much that power was forgotten.
Your domesticated wolf.
