This self loathing isn't getting me too far.
Add in some disrespect, a little disloyalty and
a drop of sarcasm.
It's best served cold.
Stopped beating long before you
entered the picture;
It's like one of those cliché' sayings that I
always seem to forget.
I need some assurance from time to time,
that my muscles can relax and that my heart
can start to thaw.
I've come far enough to know that
loving was something I once thought impossible.
You changed that for me.
My fingers are stained from the
blood that's seeped from my
knuckles, dried and clotted;
A deep unnatural shade of red.
It's my dis-installment of emotions
a distraction from my worries.
When my head rests against yours,
all that matters,
is that I am here
and that I can love.