We --- were --- together. Fate wedged a sickle in between. I lean on it still, neck exposed, Ready to forfeit everything. With uncertainty I am devout. Because of our closeness I am unable to retract from the blade, So ready to inflict grievances.
I feel the intent of the hungering edge, Wondering which of us holds the handle. I am just another fool With little to offer another, given The greater half of my being Belongs to you. My heart, a possession on your shelf Gathering dust.