fiddlypoppin

Taking stock of scars Each one tells a story, Pale as spiderwebs Trace along my cheek Like the knife did curving deeply Run your fingers along ribs Count the rise of skin Each a broken heart Slide your hands over my back Stroke the twisted flesh The echoes of a cracking belt Kiss the slope of my breast Taste the silver crescents Left by sharp teeth I am Scheherazade My body speaks for me Each scar is a tale

My thoughts whisper of you My breaking heart held towards you Begging words stick in my throat And I can't release the pain Smiling lies slip through my lips And I can feel the sinking ships What the hell can I do with this? I turn away again I hope to hear the answers To questions I dare not ask Why do we wait Why do we wait And why the silence I can hear my desperation Feeling all this red frustration Why do we wait Why do we wait And why the silence The distance never changes And yet it grows more vast I wait for you as my heart rends And I slip through the cracks I love you with all the pieces Of my coward's heart