The Knives

babysistermama

Tape them to me
I bring them to you
Not to cut me
Just to teach me

To listen to you
Do what you say
Not what you do

Slap me down
Tell me what you think
How usless I am
What a mistake you made

Not to hurt me
Just to let me know
Don't let me lead
Just let me follow

I bring them to you
The knives from the drawer
Stick them to me
My arms
Still can feel

I can remember
The look in your eyes
Your windows are broken
Dirty
Unclean

Can you remember what that did to me?
What was the point?
The knives
The tape
The wicked words
You said to me

That was so long ago
Don't bring it up now
Don't open the wound
Re-cut the scar

I still can't bend
My arms at night
I jabbed them with needles
To make them feel right

I tried for so long to make it go away
I come to you
I'd hope you'd say

You loved me
You loved me
You loved me

CranMalReign

This is wonderful. I love it... the desperation, the reaching out... the metaphor that's not quite a metaphor.

Well done.