Anabelle

For the life of me I don’t know why we’d be In that car of mine weaving through lanes And me driving like I was insane. Aren’t I insane though? It comes and goes Like the cardinals I sometimes glimpse Perched on a branch or on the fence. Honeysuckle, burnt and smoking sage Reminds me of a younger age When I walked through woods with my best friend And I thought those years would never end. Pull me apart and look for the seed That was once my heart and made me bleed. Assault me, go on, get me back. I know I could do with one hard slap. Devour me, my love, my dear. I run toward all things that I should fear. I took off that ring you never wore, But here I stand still wanting more Of your abuse, your treachery; I miss the passion, lechery. Good God, I’ve done it all again And I don’t know who’s to forgive me of the sin Of hating myself but not who I once was. But the poor girl knows not what she does.