This Blessed Mess

I saw it coming for miles- But I couldn’t stand moving my feet.

I saw you moving in on me, But I refused to give up my seat.
As if I was craving the blow- I simply sat waiting on you.

I simply sat needing your rage- I simply sat loving the cage.
I knew that the storm was approaching, but I sat at my open door.

Your wrath rained down like thunder, and I simply sat asking for more.
I needed your anger to fill me, I begged for your wrong to feel right.
But you pushed in on my walls of submission- and crushed my desire to fight.

So you really are quite stupid

And you really move this slow.

What a truly sad condition

To be living from so far below.

So you really have no spirit

Hidden deep within your hide.

And you actually serve no purpose

And you in fact are empty inside.

So when I ask you what it is you’re hiding,

You’re not lying after all

When you tell me nothing’s a secret

You simply have nothing at all.

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Leave My Thorns Be
How long did you imagine you could snap at strands of sanity
before falling victim to the outburst?
How long did you want to stomp on the cords
before the sound of them shook your bones?

So you brought me to my knees
Oh what a ‘needed’ feat indeed.
So what – Pray, Tell – Do you plan on now?

I’ve been lying in my thorns for years,
Don’t walk in and call it ‘helping’ when you simply shift them-
These wounds still bleed the same.

Don’t stay here and try to un-shake me.
un-break me
un-tie and un-steak me.
You nailed me to this wall
go away and let it break me.

That was your plan- was it not?
to wear me down
‘fix’ me
Wash the hate off and set me ‘free’?

Tell me- how do you expect to ’save’ someone
‘help’
‘cleanse’
someone
While holding them down with your own filthy hands?

Go on and let this ‘crush me’

Go on and let this ‘teach me’

Go on and believe that you’re right and look down on me.
Go on and keep watching.
Make sure you don’t miss where this leaves you when I get up.