i implore you,
stop!
look at me one last time,
tell me you don't see the crystal layers of love and pain,
just for you.
I want you to look at me in the face,
say it again,
inadequacies?
you're saying I have lots of those?
but I thought this missing pieces are perfectly attached on your soul!
wasn't I supposed to bring my hollowness and fit right on those portuding pieces?
my incapabilities are right in your palm darling,
so stop!
open those palms and let me pick the right pieces that fits the gaps on me,
don't you understand?
you make me whole,
and I know because...
don't look at the floor,
there's no thing of your interest there!
I know deep down you remember holding my hand and whispering that everything you need in a woman is in me,
was that just a simple lie?
you didn't mean it?
how many things didn't you mean then?
'youre beautiful',
was that just a casual remark?
please don't tighten your jaw,
that's an admission.
I don't like the sound of this talk!
I don't want to listen no more!
no!

the problem ain't you,
it has never been,
but heaven knows I'm trying to figure out what wrong I did,
don't mention anything about inadequacies because
love has never recorded that.
my heart's dancing between sharp knives and every turn is
a bruise,
a cut,
deeper than the last,
so take back your words!
you didn't mean it or did you?
look,
there's a photo of us hanging on the wall,
can't you see how happy we are,
and hell, what about those memories we had?
are they just a joke?
I hope not
because you were the most serious thing I've had in years!
silence.
talk to me.
just not this nasty one.
say you love me one more time,
that you're sorry.
silence.
well my heart is dancing between daggers that I can't really dodge.
we're done?...