Okay, I lied
Don't look so bruised
as if you didn't know the rules
as if betrayal and deceit
were something terrible and new

It took too much
to be your bitch
and quiver, constantly
at the end of your whip

That leash you call your love
(and made so much of)
never fit

And yeah, I know
it's all my fault
Since you would NEVER stoop
so low

And all these daggers
in my back
are not mementos
of your brutal blows
which fell so hard
they broke my heart
and all my bitter, brittle bones