Stained Glass

I can’t look into your eyes

I know you
I don’t know who you are

Some private part of me
Trust me
You don’t want to meet her

In frames
And stained glass windows
She is fire and flame

My name is carved into her flesh
The bleeding still fresh
I could paint the walls with it

Genetics like a curse
Trauma as if I was born for it

I know where you come from
A kaleidoscope of self

Colors and images
Are all you give me

Still you are the one
With me at 3 a.m.
When I antagonize abandonment
Just to see if it will alter me

The Girl In The Wasteland

Desperate protector
She is a wild feral thing
Dessicated by the sand
Burnt by the ice
Hardened in the wind

She stands upon
The bones
A mass grave of betrayal
In just a moment
The ground will tremble

She never learned how
To put the weapons down
She picks up bad habits
Like an apothecary
Handed them to her in
A gleaming bottle

She terrifies me
The girl in the wasteland
She knows my secrets

I don’t care for that at all

I don’t trust her
I only know her

With a quip and razor wit
It’s a switch flipped
Between fear
And some sick thing
Limping along
In love

Where would I be without her?
And dear God, who would she be without me?