To Be Torn

Oh God, I'm stuck. They are hell bent on us. And I've got nothing to offer you. My skin trembles, it wants to be used. Oh God, I'm thrown. I am only happy on my own. My heart grows harder, it wants to perform. And I only ever feel it when I wanted to be torn. To be torn. Like a handheld, from its first love. Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope. Like a grown child, from its skipping rope. Oh God, what now? I have ruined this, I have broken you down. Your fingers are weathered, your eyes are full of clouds. The raindrops collect with the tears at your mouth. At your mouth. Where I once kissed, your warm lips. As my tongue tripped, over white teeth. Bitten soft skin, with my hands tied. Oh God, I've strayed. I should not have come here with the wind in my sails. I've blown you backwards now your heart is impaled. And I know you don't believe me, but I'm sorry that I failed. To be torn. Like a handheld, from its first love. Like a lost kiss, from its vain hope. Like a grown child, from its skipping rope.