i, you, & them

my k

do you hear me fall down the ledge?
as quiet as i seem, that push was loudest in my head
you know i wonder when and why
we fell apart and our loverly died
i was too eager to make you the happiest of all
but you weren't, you were eager to use me like all
so close my eyes to the count of three
the knife you hold is not what it seems
you can't kill me; i've already died
but it hurts nonetheless, like glass on my thighs
they say a friend stabs you in front instead
of the alternate that's at the back of your head
are you that kind of friend, my k?
do you love or hate me
that you're flicking your wrist to say you're sorry
or you'd watch the lights in my eyes fade to please?
i will never know, never tell
you're the friend who knows too well
but is blinded by her love of power and success
that she uses all she can like sacrifices for satan
drain my blood as you see fit
am i metallic or saccharin unfit?
what do you do with the parts of me that are empty?
cook me up for the horn of plenty?
i'll never know, never tell
i'll be pushing daises when you leave me as well