Release

Cut your teeth on this leather, 

It's too dead to bleed

You said you wanted sympathy 

But what was it that you need? 

Fuck it. Aren't you tired?

of sitting on your knees,

Your head can't get much higher

Your begging makes you weak

Tell me it's a triumph 

Watching my concious fall

Tell me it's a miracle

That you even came at all 

I can see the perspiration

forming on your brow

But instead of looking tired,

You seem more fierce somehow

and yet, and yet,

your crying 

The tears don't reach the ground

Is this really an expression

Or are you just holding on too tight 

release, release, just lose it

I want to see you bleed

Show me that there's more to you

than this person on their knees

I'm not here to find an answer

Either you have it or you don't 

But as you start to quiver,

I do worry that you won't 

It's a rude amalgamation 

a collection of odd parts

a very strange beginning, 

I should have guessed this from the start