It seemed like my hands had forgotten how to move
It felt like nothing good would ever come from above
I felt a sharp knife piercing through my tender skin
And hands so rough, twisting the knife
Leaving me numb and useless
I could feel the stainless steel creeping into my soul
The glasses in my eyes broken into salty water rolling on my radiant chicks
Death never looked prettier
Somehow my man became our man
And my bed a hallow grave
Dare I say more?
Hers to keep
Mine to lose
And there I stood
Lifeless and defeated
He was never mine to begin with…