My Dagger

The dagger is in my heart,
but you claim it as your own wound.
The pain, so translucent in my eyes,
if only you'd open up what's left of your mind.
My words become fragments of your fantasy.
Twist it like the last bullet clicking into place.

Either out of spite or true insanity,
you say I too have caused this wreckage.
In your fibbing face holes, is this what you see?
I sunk the ship when I wouldn't play pretend,
like a child's imagination running wild with pirates.
Such a treacherous quest you were.

Is this what you taste?
water oh so thick and oh so salty,
the weight of you feeling sorry for yourself.
I, submerged in your ocean of lies stumbled
-but survived...the dagger is mine.

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