I wonder why the knife is useless on your skin,
when it slices through mine to the bone.
I want to know just how submissive
I have been to all your sin.
I don't understand what's inside your brain,
I don't even cry when you're inside of me.
A spot on the wall behind you opens so many doors of escape.
I drift farther away the closer you are.
Eyes glazed over, hoping your care.
[January 7,2007]
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