Begging To Burn
She always comes to me
when she's afraid she
is losing the ability
to feel.
She steps on my toes,
curls her fingers around
my manhood, and screams
into the ears she finds most
trustworthy for such situations.
Hoping that I'll sink my teeth
into her mistrust, and she'll
find the fading burn she so
desperately clings to.
But, I'm tired of being
a martyr for the fluididity
of complacent existence.
I am not a hero, nor am
I a villain. I am only a man,
endeavoring through the
very same storm, she is
so bent on braving alone.
So instead of breaking
the flesh of her, I cut
into my own,
and show her the mirrored
veins of my disposition
and await the sting
I always expect from
showing anyone the
depths of my affliction.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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