tell me I

tell me I was a fool and yet tell me I was true, don't tell me I knew. all along there was nothing holding us together but the strength of my desperate clinging, clinging clinging without a hook, nor a line I never wavered, but now I break us in two for a life I don't have can't have either way. we bleed, and I hold the knife, guiltily glad, as I curse the shard that searched for you, as I blame it, and it me. whilst I try to whimper and cry, I know I have never been as happy as I am today, with no one but myself to fill the place from which I pushed you