“When the End Time Comes”
My chest is open
My heart is bare
Red and raw
But you don’t care
You smash it
You beat it
You tear it apart
You don’t even notice
Just how much it’s scarred.
Each word that you say
Is a punch to the face
You don’t need your hands
To cause my red face
I am your partner, your lover, you say
But your actions cause nothing but sadness, dismay
Leave. Stay. No. I pray.
Never knowing the answer to that each day
What do I want? What do I do?
Can’t even decide if I’m afraid of you
I think I am, sometimes, ya know,
The pain you cause runs deep below
All of the nice things you’ve ever said
Can’t make up for when I’ve wished I was dead
Leave me. Quit waiting on me. Just go.
Then things would get better for me, ya know
Stop waiting on me to walk out the door.
I’m not going to do it. I’ll fall to this floor.
There’s no strength in me to just get up and leave
I just have to hope you will and believe
What is it you say about my beliefs?
That’s all that offers me a sense of relief.
Go. I’m tired. Please get out of here.
“Not ‘til you cross into hell, my dear.”
Written on July 11, 2018