I don’t want to play the victim, it was fair.

Never overwhelming,

Never what could overbear

My hunched shoulders

Or send me

To a place of despair.

My eyes just failed to see

That there was nothing to build

Or to repair.

It only takes one to know:

That the illusion grows, the more you care

That we could end it, with a blow in the air

That the bond is as thin as hair.

Darling, I am conscious and aware

That it ain’t a game of pairs.

But still, I hanged up all bare

While you took the chair

And I still wished to change

The how, when why and where.

I declare:

It does take a lot to know

That you just can’t kill what’s not there.