Feeding the World a Broken Girl

So it comes on again, just another fall of man. Why do you give the venomous another chance? Have you not lost enough? Or maybe you think it was all a bluff. A mistake so you wouldn’t see them bleed. But this is really the lie a sober crying begging you not to leave. And it gets better for a time. Might call you love and bring you wine. But all they are doing is counting the hours, until your trust can return. Then its, o my god I can’t believe how selfish you were. When I saw you smiling at the clerk at the register. But you say I was just being polite, hoping this isn’t fight or flight. But the plight of the relationship has ruptured once again, same smell and same sin. Beating and bleeding and begging for reason why they won’t just stop. The slashing of the tongue and the swinging of the fist was enough to leave you a broken being showered by their own mist. screaming out I am sorry, I am sorry. I will never do it again. Left crumpled in the corner wondering “was this worth all my time”. “Can I run away?” “What if they find me?” So feet take flight; gasping ice. I can overcome blistering. Settle down your heart of gold. Let your wings drop off the weigh and climb…
High
Now is time that you forget your broken past. Cut your loss and reach for happiness. Let the weights fall off and run to better days.
You are too beautiful to be bruised. Too precious to be shattered. Too lovely to be a foot stool. This isn’t a life worth living.

So here we go, once again. Same routine, same broken mind. I can change I can bring you better days. The problem is the apologies are deafening a crippled queen glittering expensive things silencing calamity. But where material ends there is no connection so it rots away the compassion and the hope for better date. Why are you so selfish? I give, you take but you don’t look at me the same away. Where is the love? Where are our dreams? where are your feelings? She screams: I can’t take this smothering; I can’t give you what you want. I am broke and I just want to pass on a little self loathing. Because you can’t understand what a victim is. Everything, everything revolves around what was done. So I won’t grow, and I won’t know what living without a burden is. So I string you along like what was done to me because I want the old life back like a slaves in exodus. And as long as you give your heart to me I will always tear your flesh away and give you a feast of yesterday.
With rusted spoon you feed the world the leftovers of a broken girl. Passing on the hatred of a stolen purity. But I will heal; I will smile for these tears will last a little while. Break your words I will spread my wings tear these binds and climb…
High
Now is time that you forget your broken past. Cut your loss and reach for happiness. Let the weights fall off and run to better days.
You are too beautiful to be bruised. Too precious to be shattered. Too lovely to be a foot stool. This isn’t a life worth living.


Sorry, I didn’t get to finish this. I was in a little hurry. Maybe I will come back to it later.
- The Melted King

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