Back and Forth

“Do I have a confession to make?

Yes, I do.

I’ll tell you something I never had.

Hush now,

For it was cold.

What was?

The blade was.

It stung.

What did?

The cut did.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

I twirled it over my heart

I twirled it like milk dancing around a swivelling spoon.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

I let it sting.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

I let it burn.

“Wake up!”,

They yelled at me.

“But its a beautiful dream”

Is what I liked to believe.

His arms felt warm,

Warm enough for me to stay.

His heart was cold,

Cold enough to make my hollow bones fold.

I sat in my corner,

Scribbling the walls with happy images,

Happy images of us together.

They told him, “forget her”.

And oh boy, he did.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

My memories come and go.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

I jump between holding on and letting go.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

He holds me in his arms and rocks me on.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

I let the blade have a home.

I let the soothes be long gone.

It pumps.

What does?

My heart.

It breathes.

What does?

My lungs.

It’s not alive.

What isn’t?

Me.Do I have a confession to make?

Yes, I do.

I’ll tell you something I never had.

Hush now,

For it was cold.

What was?

The blade was.

It stung.

What did?

The cut did.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

I twirled it over my heart

I twirled it like milk dancing around a swivelling spoon.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

I let it sting.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

I let it burn.

“Wake up!”,

They yelled at me.

“But its a beautiful dream”

Is what I liked to believe.

His arms felt warm,

Warm enough for me to stay.

His heart was cold,

Cold enough to make my hollow bones fold.

I sat in my corner,

Scribbling the walls with happy images,

Happy images of us together.

They told him, “forget her”.

And oh boy, he did.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

My memories come and go.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

I jump between holding on and letting go.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

He holds me in his arms and rocks me on.

Back and forth,

Back and forth,

I let the blade have a home.

I let the soothes be long gone.

It pumps.

What does?

My heart.

It breathes.

What does?

My lungs.

It’s not alive.

What isn’t?

Me.”

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