What’s mine is mine
What’s yours is also mine – you once said.
If I fail in my equation is due to all the faulty premises
Of all the promises you’ve made
All words you’ve spoken have fallen dark.
No deep breath or leap of faith is going to fill the empty place you put inside.
All there’s left is a massive hole in a chest that’s overflown
With left traces of your unsettled self.
I have gotten blind, and deaf and stupid.
You’ve made me afraid of words
Words that slap you in the face and leave marks all over.
You should have used a knife.
It would have been quicker and cleaner.
You chose the mess.
To all the promises you’ve made I offer you an empty box
Keep ’em all there for the next person you’ll break.
My nearness has closed in. So walk away.
I have a brand new set of knives under the bed.
I keep ’em in that box you gave me the day we’ve met