This Is

closed, hidden, put far far away,
it was the only thing that ever worked
but he dug, try something new
and told her simple words, but
loaded words
and so she unfolds
and then, in the process...

finds herself bleeding
left with a gaping hole from the arrow she saw all along
piercing more than just that.
she has lost herself
and the only safety she has ever known.

i watch her, watch as she stares at the dripping blood
onto white, weathered skin
i watch as she stares blankly at her pale face in the mirror
silently cold and deathly still, not a sliver of movement any longer
calm. quiet. surrendered.
it is no use screaming and slaying and ripping now.

she'll tell you she knew all along this is what it would come to
she knew not to depend on you.
or rely on you.
or trust in you.
depend. rely. trust.
nothing more than words on a yellow paper.

i want to wipe away all the crimson drops that are puddling on the floor
scrub away the blushing carmine
maybe because maybe if i scrub the floor clean
i can also scrub you clean
you will be completely gone, you will have never existed.

tell me you did not think it would become like this...
but makes no difference, the scrubbing continues
knuckles raw and bleeding my own blood
knees bruised blue and black.

"dear isobel i hope you're well
and what you've done is right
oh it's been such hell, i wish you well
i hope you're safe tonight
it's been a long day coming
and long will it last when it's last day leaving
i'm helping it pass
by loving you more."
- dido