Ironworker.

I want you to know that your touch blisters my skin,
I want you to know I will feel nothing better than that again,
I want you to know your words try to cut me so deep,
But I want you to know they don’t hurt my sleep,
I want you to know you try to rip me to shreds,
But I want you to know that from pain you were led,
I want you to know when you try to tear me down,
It is your pain that scrapes my knees when I fall to the ground,
I want you to know when you raise your fists to protect your heart,
I can see that your cracks permeated your soul from the start,
I want you to know while you try to break my legs,
I know you just needed a soul next to you that you did not need to beg,
I want you to know while you aim your torch and burn my tears,
The very same fire inside you murdered my doubts, destroyed my fear,
Do you know your screams of rage you use to push me away,
Sound the same as your cries as you plead me to stay?
Do you know the sound of the beat of your heart when you run,
Mimics the sound of your love making and the sound of a gun?
Do you know I don’t blame you or your knife for gutting my soul,
Of course you don’t believe you’ve been raked through the coals,
One thing you do know is the sound of my relief and my sigh,
The way the world melts away when you fill me with lies,
You can feel my body tremble and that sick sweet release,
My true loves are criminals, I give my heart away to you beautiful thief.