this is the last time I split the lovely sections of my heart
open for you
asking for the only kind of reassurance you will not give
they'll stand at the edge of our grave and say
you gave more
it certainly looked that way
but we both saw the nail marks I left in your skin
we both know how I glued us together each night
continuously pouring my empathy over you like gasoline
and I watched myself degrade from your touch
standing in a familiar bathroom with unfamiliar wounds
blood running down my legs as I prayed for an apology that never came
your friends will call you the victor
and me the villain
just another woman asking for too much
forgive me for taking the world you offered
forgive me for believing I was in heaven when you called me an angel
forgive me for all the sins I committed in pursuit of your affection
you never meant those words for me
you were simply reading from a script of everything that had worked in the past
and I fell right on cue. embarrassing really ‑ to be so predictable
all I can ask, is for a lasting impression of my final performance
where I knelt before you and asked for freedom
but is freedom still freedom if I’m running from the only person who ever knew me?
tell me its possible to feel safe in the same arms that push me away
tell me there is a way to love you without a knife in my hand
and I’ll believe you