If the Shoe Fits

I sat with you as you dulled my shine
couldn't see this major crime
division crossed my selves, and
i ran away
couldn't keep the pain at bay

and as i lay upon your chest
i couldn't love you any less

torture tickle in my throat
couldn't feel it
you made me choke

we both knew it would be done
you just had the guts to trigger
pull it baby
rip me off

you're the bandage i'm the bleeding
and these are our hearts
needing

growth and evolution;
ablution;
a solution to the perfect crime

our patterned mis.demeanor
time