Your Nails

Oh, how I knew you would change, Still I ran towards you
In the moments leading to my death, I demanded attention
As a child to a monster, I hid beneath the covers in silence
You spoke five words, And walked through the open door

This memory has been choking the me that wants to change
Holding me beneath the hell we created together
Your smile, Your lips, Your tongue, Your throat, Your breath
I’m addicted to the hole you left in my life

I saw the turn of your cheek, I saw the glimmer in your eye
Still I fell, Still I stumbled, Still I staggered over your presence
I walked home in silence, Your hands imprinted on my very soul
How could you hold me hostage, Knowing you would never stay

We built this house, We made this bed, We settled in our heaven
We would lay upon the ground, Staring up at the broken ceiling
Remembering days better left forgotten, Until we were at each other’s throats
In these moments of passion, I truly wondered if I was alive

I suppose I knew the day you slapped the sense into me
That you would never pay the debt I took in your name
You left me buried beneath the pressure of your last words
Your nails hold me up; “You could never be loved”