Your voice and your fingers
Crossing my heart
No longer lingers
In the noose of my throat
It hurts like a mirror
Reflecting my waste
Hated and clearer
Than the same single page
More in your mouth
Than what my hand can shake
Flowing words amount
Blackened your pity and sake
I hold you dearest
Close to my chest
Take none of my regret
Instead tell me the rest

*I'm waiting for the story