Our Love Song

We held hands as a child
Peaking our heads out from our stones
Wanting someone to call home
Your love was mean and wicked tongue
I was blind and thankful
For physical reprieve,
Lay me down to sleep,
My soul to keep,
But when I awoke I saw an ugly man
Distorted by time and hate,
Cancer on his face,
This is the love story of our rape.

You built a wall,
A thousand stories tall,
It was sarcastic and sandpaper
A cat’s lick feels good at first
Until water can’t quench the thirst,
I screamed back in a longing wail,
We drove and derailed
When I fell
You trampled all over
You wrapped yourself in my pain
You wore it to stay sane
Danced your moves of hate
As my skin you scrape
It’s the story of our rape.

You were a boy
Alone and comforted by your own voice
Protected in your void
All you touch you destroyed
Made others yo-yo
to show off your prowess
To an audience who gasp in horror
Hang their heads in sorrow.
But you were blind to that
And you were taught
Hate is love
It’s what you thought
It’s what you thought.

I react with punches and stones
Your void burned my soul
Hammered my thick bones
Until there was no more
Ashes left around my core
When I yelled and physically assault
Your wicked tongue
Your smoking gun
It oppresses and suppresses
Until I’m in a rock
When I was obsessed
But no longer I confess,
You take a look at what you created
Because it was a force stronger
Then my tenacity
And you see you were wrong
This is our love song.