A cross between her fingertips
She says she never meant to hurt you
But the splinters in your heart tell you otherwise
And if she loves you any more
You’ll surely die, but does it matter
Does it matter that you still feel her
Fingers pushed inside you, playing with your soul
Brushed against your angel wings
You mean to tell her, honestly
You really wish she’d choke
But her corset tightens ‘round your lips
And her ribbons, down your throat
You’re stupid again
Stupid to think she’d listen any way
When all that’s said is lies
Admit you’ve come to need them
Grown attached to their subtle joys
And when that cross between her fingers
Presses firmly against your chest
Next time you’ll surely cry
Knowing full well that silence is best