i've held both your hands for so long,
and you both want the other hand,
but i've held you both and now i'm only holding myself.
while you point and frown.
and its funny, isn't funny?
that with all these fractures you've made me suffer.
i'd still do it again with hands held open.
even though i'm here with your knives
stuck in my ribs, its killing me.
you just smile
and i wonder did you notice
and i wonder do you notice when you say...
..i don't love you anymore.

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