Who did what
To whom
And when
Why you will not admit
That you are not happy with me
Choosing instead to rhyme off
Your saccharine-coated complaints
Words that free your conscience
And burden mine
Wanting comfort for
The nagging pain in your wrist
You pulled a tendon when you plunged the knife
What about the pain in my heart?
Torn between your anger and vulnerability
I don't know where to turn
The doves have all flown away
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