And so it is this
You lash out in spite
A subtle surface wound
Straight down the middle
Of my open heart

It was only you
That could pry it open
Slowly, softly, oh, but surely
And slice where it is most tender
I am just flesh

Then I am stone
Cold as cracked glass
Shattered over pavement
Spilling onto the street
That I would cut you by chance

And your look of bewilderment
The indignant glare
The feigned nonchalance
As if you didn't care
But you do and I do

And so we remain, silent.