His voice as sharp as daggers,
he viciously plunges them into me
one cut for
until there is hardly room for new ones,
stinging pain runs through me
as I will my cries to haunt him
I was too naive to have known better
and now there was no way to erase my
We had everything and
and all we did was turn the blade in the moonlight
wondering which side would reflect us the most,
what edge would define us.
It is now that I see that we were somewhere
i n b e t w e e n
love and madness,
intimacy and suffering.