I’m not yours
you can’t make it so
try as you might
shoving yourself in night after night
tracing your name in red against my angel skin so white
over and over
it still won’t work right
what you want
what you need
isn’t something you can see
or touch
or feel
or steal
it lingers deep
in a quiet, soulful place
that no violent grasping can erase
you taste it, I know,
with each insistent, relentless kiss
that burns less sweet than it once did
but it eludes you time and again
what makes me gentle
lets me win
I’m not yours
you can’t make it so
you’ll never taste it, hold it, know
what I would have given if freely chose
my love for you
sweet and small
presented grace, acceptance, all
my heart breaks clean and true
you wouldn’t,
couldn’t,
hear me call
your name amid the raucous screams
demanding pain and penance paid
for every wound and warrant laid
I’m not yours
you can’t make it so
tremble no more
let it all go
there is no more
I’m nothing left
an empty, hollow vessel bereft
no longer a prize to possess
just an ashy shadow remains
an echo lost on deaf walls
I’m not here anymore
all goodness gone
I’m not yours
you can’t make it so
struggle no more
sleep, my daddy, sleep
let the angels sing you sweet and low
sleep, my daddy, sleep
please,
let me go.
I’m not yours
you can’t make it so.