Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning

I Am the Author

I'll never move on if I keep writing about you- if I keep writing for you.
The longer you stay the more likely I am to sneer at your name-to want to shout back in a translation of the knives you sent my way.
I hurt so badly because of you. And you weren't supposed to mean this much to me. I vowed to keep you close to me and you vowed never to hurt me. I guess we both broke our promises.
I always imagined you taking our relationship too far-fearing you'd be the one to get hurt. But it seems now, that to you, I mean nothing at all. I was the one who never thought she'd hurt again.