And I Can Pretend You're Dead

I could kill you

With my bare hands

 

Squeeze your throat between my fingers

Claw your face off with my nails

 

But we both know

That I won’t

(Because I’m a clean freak)

And that’s the only reason you’re still here

Enjoying your game of taunts

Enjoying the flames

In your game of risk.

 

 

My voice is sarcastic again

Same as my face

                But you should know by now -

                I always look like this.

 

You scowl like

Things aren’t going the way you imagined

                But you should know by now -

                You never get something for nothing.

And

I’m not one to give in easy.

 

So let’s call a truce.

Go our separate ways.

 

(And I can pretend you’re dead.)

Reviews

[Leaner Pastures]

ah yes, the lies we tell ourselves so we can go on. Good description of the process of breaking it off, when it really is no longer healthy for you, if not for both, yet dreading it all the same. I like the way the rage fades to a forlorn peace.