My Own Savior

I'm tired of waiting

for a savior

in glistening armor

stained with the blood 

of his past

to come 

save me

I have my own armor 

made of freckles 

and scars

I have my own stains

made of tears 

I'm tired of waiting

for a lover

in cotton shirts

singed with cigarette burns 

of his last pack

to come

free me

I have my own shirts

made of satin 

and silk 

i am singed already

made from my own fire

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Faust]

I really enjoyed the last stanza. It was the perfect closing to a really good poem :)

-Emily