tw: She Loves you More
Blood sacrifice, no malice.
I cut my wrists from time to time, let them fill up my chalice.
Maybe I’m valiant.
But bleeding isn’t that honorable, no it isn’t a talent.
Maybe I’m just thirsty and scouring,
For something my heart could sit devouring,
For something warm to drink.
To fill my cheeks.
To feed my beasts.
To fight my needs.
So I bleed.
But who the fuck am I? ‘Woe is me’
That cup sits there and leaks,
It congeals, it stinks,
I washed the sink,
and still it seems,
despite the bleach,
the porcelain gleam,
the stains are red.
The pure, unclean.
The self-esteem.
That old regime.
The stains are Red.
“I am cruel,” “I am mean,”
I bite and I sting,
I cry, can’t breath.
THE STAINS ARE RED.
So I bleed.
My little vessel overflows,
Attracts flies and crows.
I know what everyone knows,
She has to go. Oh, oh.
She has got to go.
I stand on my toes,
I don’t think I can reach her on my own,
But fuck, am I alone?
Earlier I didn’t pick up the phone!
I am all on my own,
I feel all alone.
Wait! My angels are home!
I stretch and I groan,
Eventually I’ve flown
Up off the ground,
The cup I have found,
Is dried up, it’s brown.
My heart starts to pound,
I feel God she’s proud.
I am slowly put down.
I look all around,
There’s birds and there’s sounds!
I am in a Garden, so lush.
There are trees, there are bugs.
My feet are bare and there’s air in my lungs.
I smell honeysuckles, cedar. The rain fits like a glove.
I thank the Universe, for it gave me a shove
Showed me both what’s below, and what’s up above.
I thank the Earth, for it’s one never to judge
How you got here or what you did to trudge
Through all the madness, the hate and the mud.
She cares not how you bleed, or who it is for.
She cares not for your past, and your future is yours.
She cares not who you worship, beliefs you have stored.
She cares not how you are broken, she has felt it before.
She cares for you, despite how we treat her, she keeps not a score.
She wants you to succeed, for her, love is not a chore.
and she needs nothing from it, light down to the core.
You may love her,
But she loves you more.
