Your Brokenness

my heart is ripped open
is burnt to a crisp
waiting for the world
drink a bottle of glenlivet
and drive home

and i will kiss your cheek
i will reconcile our love
until it returns
to passion
and heartache
and lust
and fire

i will pick up this mess
and make it right
i will at last be
your love
the one you once knew
before i lept into the east
and dragged you west
with a deep sorrow in your heart
for accepting my requests
over and over again

my lover, my bride
the woman who should have said "no"
the woman who lived as my slave
as i pursued things like a prepubescent boy
you fed me
paid my rent
and was denied love completely
when you desired it so, so much

i am eternally grateful
i am eternally sorrowful
for your brokenness