The Fate of Ourselves

Forget what they make About sanitized love and delivery Love is a war, abuse steps through When strands get caught Out on a limb Your suggest new desire And run back To an addicted, abusive boyfriend Youve coddled in his flaccid anger When the broken daughter Runs home, what does she find Death of old things and control Cold nights twisted around thumbs I know you step without walking Is that what you wanted? When you strangled my hand To show where abuse would land? And give me the gift of caring? He's discovered your limbs And knows what youve been apart of Wretched in jealousy We all have to care sometimes About the fate of ourselves Regardless of words and promises