reach into the stamen
clean me of this retribution
i never wanted to become you
the very thing i would have died to hate
but here in the mirror
i see you

i know now how you must have felt
cutting the fleshy chord suspended
between you and i
and i know now how you could cry
when it was my heart that broke
how you could speak words
that only made this more painful
and more beautiful
and how you could say them
with a clear conscience
though they were all a lie
because now i've lied too

what will i do when he comes knocking
demanding reparations for his damaged heart
what will i do when he realizes
that i knew all along
that i'd have to smile in his face
while my blade passed over his throat