I’m speaking to a brick wall
and one of these days I’ll know you down
with nothing but the sound of my voice.
It wasn’t always there, the wall.
Or at least I never noticed it.
So how you could possibly put “us” behind you
is clearly beyond me.
That’s why I write.
I know every word hurts
That’s the point.
You slipped these daggers into my heart
and I would really appreciate it if you stood around
while I pull them out.
I want you to feel my agony
So damn badly.