Volcanic

I thought

maybe this was

different

Where I am

the lover

and you are

the fighter

But all i do is

scream

Those white sheets were a mistake

And the bed frame is about to break

The mattress can’t stop squeaking

And the floor boards can’t stop creaking

Take a nice, long bow

Because the neighbors are probably up now 

is it okay to blame you for my misery

because i sure as hell will

and for the ringing in my ears

your unbroken monotone shrill

the block in my head

i can’t think, i can’t write

i’m not fucking okay

far from “alright”

is it okay you blame you for this

i guess i really don’t care

whether it’s justified

whether it’s fair

Flip me over like a pancake

So each side is warm

Wrap me in a blanket 

Ready for the storm

Dip me in the syrup 

Imported from the north

Set me on a plate

I’ll bring myself forth

i got a list of things

that i don’t want

of all the things you

wear and flaunt

but on that list 

in a nice big frame

with big, bold font

i wrote your name

my blood boils when i think of you running around

jealous of the way you’re free, and i’m here, bound

and loaded with responsibilities i ache and shiver

while you live with no burden, light, fast, like a river

but i created this path, and i knew it would be rough

but the pot-o-gold is rewarding, i just have to be tough

she could still taste the metallic blood in his mouth.

he winced

every time her hand would linger over

particular purple splotches on his

brick face. 

“you should’ve seen the other guy”

she never saw the other guy

but what she did see was the

cuts and bruises on his knuckles. 

but she’ll be his nurse

‘cause she’s in love with a goddamn monster

your bitterness never tasted so sweet

you’ve got me lying right at your feet

words like nails under my skin

i surrender myself, you win

my man’s a boxer

but he comes home everynight

broken and bruised

scars from the fight

my man’s a gladiator

a slave of disorder

but he’s a good one

obeys every order

Path on which I walk, my crutches,

Don’t just crave, but need his touches.

Cold, icy pebble; hollow soul,

Life without him turns dull.

A bad man what he is to do,

But we both just get through

And find the warmth in ice

To get by, to suffice.

My rival stabs me with eyes closed

Twisting the knife, I’m disposed

Leave me to rot, but I beg to be blind

To not see myself this way, confined

And beaten, bones in the dirt

Not a whole anymore, disconcert

Flames dance and pull you in

Ask for just this one song

Too much sloe gin

You’re bad, you’re wrong

So through the fire

Arm in arm, step and step

You inspire

With your wit, with your pep

Nod and say yes

We must address

This mutual desire

Scorching fire

So supressed

Now I’m depressed

Because I can’t go

If I don’t know