Do you know that every time you speak of them you drive a knife into my heart?
At least have the decency to sharpen the blade first, give me a quick clean cut.
Instead your knife is dull and it rips me open slowly, excruciatingly.

When I was young I heard someone say,
“I laugh in the face of danger then run and hide until it goes away”
I’ve adopted this defence mechanism.
News I can’t handle becomes a comedy rather than a tragedy.
Maybe if I make light of my pain it won’t be so bad.
Maybe if I don’t take it serious or will disappear.

Green  
Like envy
Stare straight back
They break me apart  
Again

I can’t see beyond the fog,
I wait for your eyes to clear
For your storm to pass.

I protect you
Your thoughts
Your secrets
Your pain

You hurt me
You are my thoughts
My secrets
My pain