Borderline

You have skin in the game

And that’s something I’m great at cutting.

Dissect our relationship when I’m stressed,

Overthink everything like it’s all or nothing.

But that scalpel becomes a knife

And suddenly I’m pissed.

We scream till our voices go hoarse.

The broken plates cut my wrist.

And suddenly we’re estranged.

You’re crying in our room.

I realize it’s all my fault

It’s not just our relationship ending soon.

You walk out from your room

Cut my heart in two with a knife

You‘re my better half

But I will never be your wife.

But as the days pass by

You’re back with a smile and nothing to say.

Our little knife is cleaned

To be used another day.