I stood there mute
Words harnessed in my throat ragging against the cage of reason
But I could not hurt you
The way you have hurt me
The deep trenches of doubt
The bleeding **** of shame
And the liquid infection of your love
My love
And its mutated form
Eatting away at the insides of my mind
Heart a black mass of rotted feted meat
But I could not hurt you
With the words I wanted to scream
With the torement of my soul
The tearing of scarred
Lightly burned insides
I could not wound you
With the lash of my angered tongue
The righteous injustice I have felt
For my own sake
I could not make you anguish
Over love like I have done
Still do and will do
Until you decide you don't need me
Even with you standing
There on in the gravel lot
Breath a warm cloud
And eyes sincere
Questioning me
Asking me
What you have done wrong
What you deserved to know
But I could not hurt you
With the truth
With the pretty lies
Or with honest half's
So I said nothing
Breathed deep
And tried not to cry
Looking away
Off into the setting sun
I could not hurt you
Warm lips on forehead crown
Hands touching
A face drawn in reluctant tears
A chest
The pleated plaid of button down
Steady rhythm of heart
I could not hurt you
My unpredictable rock
Tearing me down
Building me up
Tripping my tongue
And trapping my thought
I could not hurt you
My weakest spot.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 4:59 PM UTC
I stood there mute
Words harnessed in my throat ragging against the cage of reason
But I could not hurt you
The way you have hurt me
The deep trenches of doubt
The bleeding **** of shame
And the liquid infection of your love
My love
And its mutated form
Eatting away at the insides of my mind
Heart a black mass of rotted feted meat
But I could not hurt you
With the words I wanted to scream
With the torement of my soul
The tearing of scarred
Lightly burned insides
I could not wound you
With the lash of my angered tongue
The righteous injustice I have felt
For my own sake
I could not make you anguish
Over love like I have done
Still do and will do
Until you decide you don't need me
Even with you standing
There on in the gravel lot
Breath a warm cloud
And eyes sincere
Questioning me
Asking me
What you have done wrong
What you deserved to know
But I could not hurt you
With the truth
With the pretty lies
Or with honest half's
So I said nothing
Breathed deep
And tried not to cry
Looking away
Off into the setting sun
I could not hurt you
Warm lips on forehead crown
Hands touching
A face drawn in reluctant tears
A chest
The pleated plaid of button down
Steady rhythm of heart
I could not hurt you
My unpredictable rock
Tearing me down
Building me up
Tripping my tongue
And trapping my thought
I could not hurt you
My weakest spot.
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