Stop crying; I have done enough of that
for the both of us and yours are too
fake to even be taken seriously

You laugh with everyone else
but me
And then blame your constant
unhappiness with me on me
since happy is what you are with everyone else

And happy is what I am with everyone, too
But you do not care to notice that
and convince yourself, for the sake of your argument
that I am incapable of happy.

Just last week I wrote of breaking mirrors
and dancing in the blood that escaped
And just last night I did everything you
feared I couldn’t (wouldn’t)

Looking into the shards, it was you
behind me with an ignorantly
happy grin on your face
mocking my pain and converting
it all into some sadistic bliss only
you could justify.

I picked up the sharpest splinter and
I swear I was going to jab it into that soft spot
between your ribs until I remembered I was a pacifist.

And your sullen eyes reminded me
that if you lack anything at all,
it is a heart.

Which leads me to believe that
You are as cold and numb
inside as I am out but you
will never admit to anything.

So I will take my heart
and feed it to you on a bed of glass

I hope you don’t choke on the way down

Because even the dullest shards can be the most
painful when they are being fed
with love

02/24/2004

Author's Note: "a true friend always stabs you in the front."

Posted on 02/25/2004
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