i had a dream that i was eating glass
while you watched: stationary,
unmoved
and i wanted to scream
i'm doing this for
you
i woke up with blood in my mouth
spat it out; it spelled out your name
became a river
i wanted to drown in
'cause i want to drown in
you
i cast my mind back to broken bottles
and trashed hotel rooms
i wonder
if the wall you opened my skull with
is still cracked, like me and
you
i kept hold of the proof, a hospital band
that you cut off my wrist with a
razor blade
your words from that day echo still,
"these look better on me than
you"
i guess you really meant what you said
because you kept going back
for more
and sometimes you'd send me
to fetch another for
you
i didn't mind you painting me black and
blue - they were your favourite
colours
and whatever pain you were in
i wanted it worse than
you
i had to feel what you felt, intensely
or not at all, but now you're
not in pain
you feel what you always felt you were:
nothing. i want to be nothing with
you
