A Dark Dance

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,

this drape.


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

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