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.
Copyright © Catelyn Meeker | Year Posted 2020
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