I held on to your thorns, my skin tearing,
I swallowed my pain, silenced my fears,
All of your weight and burdens I kept bearing,
I drowned myself in a pit of blood and tears,
I wanted to give you the world but I didn’t have it,
For you, I would’ve walked for endless miles,
But my love wasn’t enough to satisfy a hypocrite,
And I had to scrub my blood off the bathroom tiles,
I took your struggles and pain and made them mine,
I fought for you when no one else would,
I tore my own heart so that yours would be fine,
I loved you in a way no one ever could,
You push me and I quiet down my inner riot,
And I tell myself this is what love is all about,
I hold back my screams and stay quiet,
Until I was consumed with anger and doubt,
But putting my heart first had a certain thrill,
Fixing the wreck you made, smiling at the guarantee,
That the poison might be in my system still,
But your hold is gone and I’ll heal, I’m free...
Amy x
