To my ex:
I let you put me in that dark little corner
and just above me hung
a mobile of bones --
it drew the breath straight from my lungs.
Silent whispers slithered in and out my ears,
they told me I belong here.
And like a gentleman they asked for a dance,
on the brink of death, don't take a glance.
But one of them begged me --
take a look down and you'll see,
You belong here with darkness and me.
These thoughts and these dreams --
they won't let me sleep.
They're dragging me down,
this dark disease.
And fight as I might
I could not escape
I was blinded -- you hung over my eyes,
But faint little words --
if I focused I could hear:
Let go of his dark hand, my dear.
For these knuckles taht gripped yours
were so white with fear and pain --
I didn't realize it was all your mind game.
And when I let go,
I finally could see
the trap that you had laid upon me.
The blame, however,
is partly on me.
I let you bind my hands, blind my eyes.
I let you choose what I could and could not see.
The Girl Who No Longer Needs You to See