Cage

I was in the aftermath of a long night.
The slightly waning moon slowly gave way
to a clear blue light that made us both appear gray.
The purple and blue stains on my arms
made me hope I was losing my sight.

I lay very still, praying not to wake you.
I didn't want to hear another tearful apology--
they've grown weak and more and more stingy.
I've grown accustomed to suppressing the issue.

But the night before never fades the way you hope it will
You found a rhythm on my arms, legs, and back;
Never my face—you’re too classy,
But now I’ve got two head medications to fill.

You called me a whore as you introduced my head to the wall.
I don't remember anything less warranted--
Your haunted thoughts of me are twisted.
Promiscuous daydreams will be our downfall.

I run to be free, though ironically
it constricts my lungs and cages my breath
but this flying puts my memories to death,
As an imaginary therapist coaches me psychologically.

I may have deserved it, I must be completely disgusting,
But I promise you that I will pick scabs off your soul
until you give back the life that you stole.
Don’t think it was love that you were destroying.

It’s the aftermath of a night three months behind.
The slightly waxing moon slowly gives way
to a clear blue light that makes us both appear gray.
There are still purple and blue reminders on my arms
making me hope I am losing my mind.