so as I take the next heavy breath,
I wonder why I’m still swinging…
Aches in my bruised heart,
Thoughts broke down and apart,
So why are we still clinging…
And as we run the sub-root proxy text,
I can tell you, just what happens next,
internally parts of me drown inside another,
not quite sure whether to love or destroy each other.
To know thy enemy is great advice, but to be both the aggressor and the defender is to be cut twice.