The Pulling Sea

The death is in the details;
The knife is from a female.
The heartfelt train was derailed;
The story’s hard to retell.

The confidence is true, but the hesitance is too.
No longer do I feel you, and I’m not blue, and I’m no hue.

“No disparity” is what I tell myself, it puts me to sleep, and puts me at ease.
“Don’t be unfair to me” is what I told you;
You put me to sleep, dirt on my knees.
Then showed me your tears; what a calling, what a tease.
I begged to Be; I tried to please.

But I’m fair to me, and I can tell you, love.
I don’t even care, and I don’t want to love.

Nothing was lost; nothing was left.
You can keep your secret; take it to the grave.
You can keep your image: “you’re hers to save.”

There was a hole when you left; a heart that you stole.
But I filled it with music, and held on to my soul.
You can keep it for now, I’ve got all I need.

I once called it the emerald, the sea of love, the loving sea.
I allowed you to anchor me, break my wings, and still you'd flee.
Your briar chains had held me down, but set me free.
But knowing you, you’re going to drown, and I don’t want to see.
At least it’s with her, and not with me.

That show of character was the best thing that ever happened to me.