Savage of Reckless Love

The words flood to my lips,
but the gloss keeps them sealed shut.
I yearn for the compassion of lips,
Silky and smooth.
Caressing over the entrance to the soul.

My heart is a little swollen,
filled to the brim, overreaching the tip
emotions spilling over the lip,
indulge yourself,
take a sip.

Let loose,
open the wounds to reveal the truth.

Sewn shut has been my heart,
from the way I was left torn apart.
weathered heart strings,
shattered perceptions,
tattered cherub wings.

An obstruction of view has come to be known:
a black cloud covering the sun;
shrouding the light,
shadowing my life.
Into the night:
I find myself.

My heart is a little swollen.
The healing has taken it's toll.
I've paid the price,
Not once, but thrice.
I've broken my soul,
Each time cut a slice.

I beg, I plead,
Complete me, fix me.
help me, heal me.
I plead, I beg.

My heart's a little swollen,
The stitches left some scars;
they match so perfectly to the
criss cross ones,
that fall across my arms.

My mind is a little fuzzy, as
the blood flow has been cut.
My heart has severed contact:
a savage of reckless love.