The lover

Lover, lover, pinned me to the cold bed,

You gave, and took, more than you knew you could,

I took, I gave, more than I feared I would,

The satin sheets, your signature in red,

Night after night, through the soaked up blindfold,

Forehead kisses missing the breaking point,

A sore healing spell on my shattered joints,

Fight after fight, til I had to grow old

My spite is queen, keen to keep what you left,

My love is spleen pouring, filling my steps,

As my childhood runs through the blades of grass

All my rapists heads roll like tears on glass