Busted Glass

You don't want me .. 

The road to my heart is busted glass 

A spinning compass 

A shredded map 

Your fingertips across my lips 

You'd get 

Tiny little slivers 

Piercing skin 

shards left from words 

That I spoke in reverse 

Mixed anger with hurt 

And you tasted it first 

Open my mouth and the devil comes out 

My viperous tongue sells me out 

I kept testing my place 

and tempting my fate 

I refuse to go quietly back in my place 

I got lost long ago on some back empty road 

Cold and alone while I searched for my soul

Scattered glass that just smashed every inch of the path 

I can't  give it back its all I'll ever have 

You don't want me 

I'm obsessed with regret , waging wars in my head 

Pulling apart every word that you've said 

Wanting to need this , exposing your weakness 

I'd fall on my knees and beg your forgiveness 

If you could only be half the man I needed 

-Poetic Angel