A weak individual is the definition of the man who tore me /
falling in love with a demon I got hurt only difference is no penis was tearing at my vaginal tissues once more /
funny thing is it still hurt the same /
he starts digging in that place pumped through my chest /
I feel his palms rubbing against my walls /
his fingers digging at the crevice of my heart /
I watched the holes where he gnawed at seep my feelings /
yes, his lips now colored red as the cherry tasted buds coating my tongue /
from kissing the wounds once caused by his mind /
he tries to patch things up with flaming rocks /
but they only burn leaving black stained ashes /
around the edges of my love for you runs now on empty /
I push for it but I am sorry /
you pushed me away /
now I belong to another /
you had my heart chained up to you /
but now the lock has rusted /
you once said if you couldn’t have me no one could /
but meaning it seems the words skipping of your syllables they lack in /
I guess what I’m trying to say is yes some feelings still linger /
but I am tired of night after night /
waiting for you to come back to something you once ran away from /
