words Shania Parker
You encourage my diet
But on the crumbs of your occasional attendance
Insist I deny it.
And you may ripen or decay
But I’ll still marvel at why I was malleable enough to stay—
If it’s a sorry you wish to deliver
I suggest you saunter on the other way
Because I too, a senseless forgiver
Am never too far astray.
So, for last time’s sake
Let’s give this love its final wake—
Submerge the knife into my womb of me
Let’s make this burn of sixth degree.
Alter my being cold and blue
Unto there is the ghost of you.
Tell me it’s nice to see me,
And that it’s good to hear me laugh,
And never tell me why you leave,
So I’ll always have reason to come back and ask.
I’ll make a pact with you—
Thereafter, whatever ensues
It’ll be a gracious means of adieu
And I’ll tuck you away
Like a Jekyll and Hyde
Lost in the separating strings of my mind
One’s I hope I’ll never loosen
Or endeavour to find.