You stole my May for your December
Brought it to its knees
And sang to it in the twilight
With one hand raised towards the horizon
The other on the handle of a knife

You gently tossed it in a cell
Swallowed the key
Confessed your sins
Those very palms clasped together
Clasped so tight
So, so, so,
tight
Over my wrists
Under my skin
The bruise crept quietly beneath

It starved for years and years
Until
A match was lit
Thrown
Inside
Flames licked the walls
While you held yourself
Reminiscing
Smiling
Wistfully
Closing the door behind you

You sold it to the highest bidder
And petitioned for compassion
The flowers wilt, the snow has set
Eyes glued forward
Shoes scuffing the floor
It does not hold
It does not speak
but it does whisper

'It's all just a big misunderstanding'