You keep pushing me into a corner
The one where we say goodbye
You keep saying the things
The things where we both cry
Till we’re huddled in the hallways of our
beat-up hearts
Dusty, slowing down just to race again, hearts
We’re like a car that won’t start, but only because we’ve lost the keys
We keep searching
Till we’re at each other’s throats, seeking escape from the cage we made
The prison we made from hurts and lies, and fairy tales that never came true
I don’t want to fight, I say to you
I repeat this until my brain goes empty
The love isn’t good enough for you
It’s a vicious cycle with you
I take my part in the blame, I say it freely to you
But there’s a light, a real light just outside this hole
If you could just help me build the ladder
We could build it from anything,
the smallest thing
We could make it from an old song,
We could sing the melody to move our hands again
But you can’t stop, because you want it all to end
The hurt someone else caused owns you like a pencil with no eraser
I try to take it away, over and over again
I could even set fire to that worn down paper you clutch
so closely
Until you see and I see, but it doesn’t matter
Because you want me to hurt the way you hurt
You want that pain to take it away
You keep digging our grave,
I love you and I don’t know why
Very sad, poignant. Unfortunate it could be all too true all too often.
Thank you for your comment, John. The poem really is about desperation and one-sided love.