Empty her vase
We are on the floor, your hands are in my pocket
There are reasons why your eyes still
when they are dwelling in my direction
Look at me, woman
am I not a representation of your body?
Lay with me, woman
Tonight I promise to rid the sandpaper off your lips
So here is the floor, tell me your story
here are your clothes, take them all off
No, put it back on
and come dress me in your ideas
come fashion me in your dreams
then strip me off mine
strip me all clean
But no one quite told you that it wasn’t you, did they?
no one quite told you that it was him, did they?
Did no one tell you that love may turn to ill someday?
That a sixth degree burn would tear away tissues after tissues
leaving nothing but charred bones? Did they? Didn’t they?
Why were there no fatal signs though?
Tonight, we’ll take the salt and rub it hard against your body
and when you break yourself into pieces
The pain that pieces you
will pierce through me
Yes on some days it gets harder to cry
and on others, you find yourself touching strangers just so you could
feel the way lust used to shine in your eyes
And the virgin that stands before your sight
she used to be so quiet, so shy
where is her skin now?
Where are your hands you beg to make clean?
Where is your heart in this dark empty hallway?
Where are the reasons and answers as to why
Tonight, my heart is bursting into an orchestra of mad men notes
I’m seeing Beethoven in between sheet music and
he is telling me that it is time to let fear go
Cover my eyes and I’ll rid the man that raid me
Cover my ears and I’ll no longer hear his anxious gasps
Gasps. I wonder what you would tell your timid daughter
Gasps. I wonder what you would tell your frightened mother
Gasps. I wonder what you would tell your precious wife
The woman you promised to make your one and only
I wonder how many of these promises make you now
I lay my cards out tonight
and tonight, woman I want you to give your pain a name
Because why should you look at me with eyes so silent
When the night he took you
sent loud thunders and raging storms within your body?
Steady your eyes
because I’ve never seen fear that beautiful
I’ve never seen reasons so battered
And worn from the persons that passed them on
And on and on
WHY SHOULD THAT BE
When we are not in the wrong?
We’ll rid the sandpaper off our lips
We’ll plump it up with a gloss so thick
We know our kisses would make these broken bodies
Copyright of Jane ℒoo