• What do you think of me
    when you read these lines?
    Whispers and secrets
    wiped clean of grim.
    All I am laid before you
    clear as can be.
    Do you imagine for an instant
    that you really know me?

    I have written of pain,
    I have written of fears.
    Love, hurt, betrayal,
    and drowning in tears.
    Do you begin to imagine
    that you understand.
    How I've reached out with words
    a small bruised hand.

    Hope's single small petal
    I've kissed with my lips.
    Dreaming of brighter days
    when this reality slips.
    Do you imagine me smiling,
    eyes bright and alive?
    When you choose to back stab me
    and toss me aside.

    Do you picture me lying still
    eyes growing dull again?
    Staring at the knife
    that I placed in your hand.
    Do you begin to taste
    your victory so sweet?
    As you promise yourself
    this memory to repeat.

    Do you imagine my pen
    running gradually dry?
    Do you hope that this time
    my inspiration will die?
    Well imagine this!
    That knife was a fake.
    I never let you that close
    I won't make that mistake.