if I fall into it without a second glance
who will be there to pick up the pieces?
who will be there to remember,
when I shall choose to forget?
it is the hardest with those...
those for whom
you will never be first
you will never be the light
you will never really matter
and I will always be fleeing
because they are inevitably the ones that will cause the pain
and I play with dull knives because I know the sharp one will cut deeper
but it is with the dull knives that the worst and permanent damage will be inflicted