This is the last time I hand you the knife to stab me with
We're cut from the same cloth, and you rip me to shreds
Blood runs thicker than water, and you choke me with it
I'm the crazy one, yet you're wearing the straitjacket?
This is the last time I let you disrupt my peace
as surely as you've disturbed the eternal rest of my twin
No uproar is needed where love reigns
This is the last time of the last times
I'm done explaining myself to brick and stone
A mirage of a true bond only leads to bondage with you
I cut myself free long ago, now I step out of the cell, without you.
YOU ARE READING
The Last Time
PoetrySurvivor calls out former captors and finds the strength to walk away.
