you use your body as a weapon against me
I don't find it endearing when you sear me with your touch
You hold my hand that makes me chafe like manacles clasped too tight so I won't escape.
You unload clip after clip tearing me open till I hear you go click click
Even Your words flood my space like a toxic cloud as our relationship deepens into trench warfare.
My life was a peaceful meadow till it met the tread of your boots
You close the distance with a knife a last desperate attempt to win a war and strike down the last of my will.
We were never soldiers. All these words just metaphor. I step outside and simply shut the door.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC
you use your body as a weapon against me
I don't find it endearing when you sear me with your touch
You hold my hand that makes me chafe like manacles clasped too tight so I won't escape.
You unload clip after clip tearing me open till I hear you go click click
Even Your words flood my space like a toxic cloud as our relationship deepens into trench warfare.
My life was a peaceful meadow till it met the tread of your boots
You close the distance with a knife a last desperate attempt to win a war and strike down the last of my will.
We were never soldiers. All these words just metaphor. I step outside and simply shut the door.
A lot of my writing doesn't necessarily reflect myself. It often echoes things I see other people going through.