the deadbolt is just for show

It's time you stopped coming around
to talk your way past my lips
and into my mouth with that kiss
that leaves me wordless

And it’s not liberating to realise
I’m still chasing your empty promises
‘cause love wasn’t meant to be easy
and there must be something wrong
if we’re not hurting

But the deadbolt is just for show
my fingers itching at the lock
every time you come around
whispering obscenely in my ear
my knees still wearing the bruises
of the last time we hit the floor

© Indie Adams 2012