Teetering on eggshells again and again,
Skating on the blades of lost opportunity and broken trust
I’m just waiting for one of us to slip and fall
We’ve tripped each other long enough
But you’re never satisfied with just bruising an ego
You want to rip out dreams by their roots too.
The roaring of blood in my ears
Is like the cradle of the sea
This place I’ve returned to isn’t home
But, instead, a proverbial Brazen Bull
You’ve soaked the brain in petroleum
With the misdemeanours of my mind
So I must pray for my anger to still
Before verbal fireworks, from an overworked tongue
Push me over the edge, into the fire.
I’ve slowly blazed trails through my subconscious
That you will never find
The map is lost, though I’ve tried to give you a hand
You slapped it away, determined to reach the endpoint
And, instead, I watched, as you carved a path of destruction
Trying to cross a bridge I’d already set on fire.