The release

An air of casualty
Casually stalking a prey so dumb to be enamored,
By glossy lips, sailor curses
And sassy hips
A broken bleating thing I am,
Siren singing you to my shore
Soft and lush
Just to lash
You with barbed wire kisses,
But I think I am selfish,
I think I see only me, ugly and alone
And that is why I call to you,
Validation is every misfits dream.
So when I pull you under,
And you scream, bubbles trailing...
It is really I, who is pulled,
Dislocating every joint,
Pain pulsing,
Confused.
I'm your release, then you leave me.
You are my punishment, scaring me not physically, but emotionally.
And I do it over and over and over again,
Crying wolf and letting the wolf ravage me, the wolf has other plans, other maidens to devour.
I am simply this easy pit stop where you can take off your shoes, your tie, and be at peace.
Just rocky shaky dangerous enough for you,
For me to wonder what could have been.
There's only always the words that keep me afloat..
I'm happy to be your release, I long for my own.