Take my hand once more in yours,
And tell me one of your simpering lies.
Wish my skies fill with clouds so dark,
That, running, I may come back in fear.
Show me love that runs dry,
As a summer’s gutter bend.
Tell me you care,
But only until your bidding’s end.
I have shut my ears to your unending fabrications.
My heart thrums as I dance in the pouring rain.
Deep does my soul run through fathomless depths forever out of your reach.
I tuck my heart into its surest box and I now alone hold the key.
Make no mistake, I own who I am now,
And I will never again be in your reach.
This September The InkOwl is teaming up with a guest poet The Wasp to bring you a mix of Blood and Anxiety. These poems were inspired by life events, personal experiences, and a desire to share differing perspectives on relationships. If you’re interested in participating in future corroborations with The InkOwl please feel free to message this blog from the contact page.