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.
