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Pay Rent On My Vacant Heart
Struggle with me,
tell me I'm worthless.
hurt me,
make me starve.
Shout at me,
avoiding the issue
at hand.
you made promises.
Shove me
with your words,
spinning the knife
heartward
Slay me,
my pockets empty,
my head empty,
my bed empty.
In my tears you swim.
In my fears you exult.
You're using me to live
In my house, de-evolving.
Making your excuses bare,
Tearing your eyes out,
Finding a reason to cheat me
And keeping the isolation.
Pay me,
my rent is due,
my house is yours,
my debt is yours.
Wake me, too,
the yardwork done,
the flowers bloom
with your gratitude.
Walk with me,
focused on the future,
finding a feast
in each other's eyes.
Talk to me, toom
firey and flightless,
all manner and ethic,
all grace and smile.
In these years, you'll grow.
In these years, you show
You're using me to live
While helping me to die.
Your cup runs out,
Your plate is emptied,
You've found a house
That's no longer home.
Pay me,
my rent is late,
my home is hate,
your debt a knife,
your lies a blade
on which I lay;
your anger a vise
squeezing out my breath,
your promises empty,
my house empty,
my bed empty,
my heart vacant.
In time, you'll learn
when you've been cold,
when you're told
to stay outside,
I'll hear the cries,
the angry tears,
and it'll be years
until I welcome you back,
this time to a house
that doesn't want you,
doesn't need you,
to pay rent owed
on my vacant heart.
