tell me I was a fool
and yet tell me I was true,
don't tell me I knew.
all along there was nothing
holding us together but the strength of my desperate clinging, clinging
clinging
without a hook, nor a line
I never wavered, but now I break
us in two
for a life I don't have
can't have
either way.
we bleed, and I hold the knife,
guiltily glad,
as I curse the shard that searched for you,
as I blame it, and it me.
whilst I try
to whimper and cry,
I know I have never been as happy as I am today, with no one but myself
to fill the place from which
I pushed you