No Hopeless Control

What are these moments? Are they mine or am I theirs?

Your eyes are so addictive
Heavy pain that lays in wait
Sharpened syllables on soft lips
Cut my cheek as they escape
My callous coated fingers
Reach for forgotten throats
Crumpled notes from your strings
Remind me I hold no hope
And still these heels bleed
No soles could keep me in
Bare necks need no cracked whips
For knuckles guide my chin
There is no strength of mine
As our tongues coalesce
B*****d knees remain shaky
And so I acquiesce

Author's Note

This is a poem.

Reviews

[FreedomFighter]

Indeed it is a poem, you have a strong way with words!

[LapseOfMind]

I appreciate that, thank you!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"Remind me I hold no hope
And still these heels bleed
No soles could keep me in
Bare necks need no cracked whips
For knuckles guide my chin
There is no strength of mine"
I feel the same like these lines here demonstrate. Nicely penned emotions..

[LapseOfMind]

Thank you, I appreciate it

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You are welcome ☺