But that's love, right?

Like a blade into my back,

you've cut me open again and now

my battered and beaten soul pours out

onto this page.

I would have carried the world on my shoulders

until my bones turned brittle

for you.

But you turn the knife,

and break my bones,

and kick me down for your own pleasure.

Like a noose around my neck,

you constrict my breath and make my head dizzy.

You suffocate the life out of me.

You wrap your fingers around my heart

and keep it from beating...

and I've fallen on my aching knees

at your feet.

I lay myself down

so that you have a path to walk on,

and get dirty so that you may remain clean.

And my heart drops into my stomach

as I scream that I don't care...

because I know that another lie has just tumbled

from my broken lips.

No matter how much you rip me open,