b o w s e r

i think i'll admit to causing my own mess -
i thought i had guidance, i thought i was blessed.
i've barely decided to see you undressed,
i'll simply subside and remain unstressed.
keep me updated for the weekend has passed,
i'm unfumigated but my lungs have collapsed.
i've anxiously arrived at an answer, alert
i've convulsed and contrived a coup to convert.
Leave your woes at the door, just shut up and work
but there's meaning in more than monetary worth.
i've been struck down, my love, i'm allowing the pain
to bathe me in blood and scream out my name.
i've arrived at your door, broken and battered
uncovered, uncapped, untopped, and unscattered.
maybe i just need to tend to my field
so that my dumb crops will have some kind of yield.
i'll post my success and joke on my flaws,
if only you'd recognize that i have my own claws!
i'm ready to strike,  posed for a wordy attack
cause i've worked far too long to give up the slack.
pull the rope tight! but don't make it a noose
i'm everything to cain and nothing to lose
they cry out 'move on! there's more than this love!'
but what if my hand still needs a glove?
not two, just one, to symbolize imbalance
to cool off my hand when i hold your warm chalice.
wait for me, darling, i promise i'm coming
i'm not done with this race - i've just started running.