To Be Torn

Oh God, I’m stuck
They are hell bent on us And I’ve got nothing to offer you
My skin trembles, It wants to be used
Oh God, I’m thrown
I am only happy on my own
My heart grows harder, It wants to perform
And I only ever feel it when I want it to be torn. To be torn
Like a held hand, from it’s first love
Like a last kiss, from it’s vain hope.
Like a grown child, from it’s skipping rope.
Oh God, What now?
I have ruined this, I have broken you down.
Your fingers are weathered Your eyes are full of clouds
The raindrops collect with the tears at your mouth.
At your mouth.
Where I once kissed, your warm lips.
As my tongue tripper, over white teeth.
Bitten soft skin, with my hands tied.
Oh God, I’ve strayed.
I should not have come here with the wind in my sails.
I’ve blown you backwards,
now your heart is impaled
and I know you don’t believe me but I’m sorry that I failed.
To be torn.
Like a held hand, from it’s first love
Like a last kiss, from it’s vain hope.
Like a grown child, from it’s skipping rope.