Where do I leave off and where do you begin?
Does for better or worse mean that I
be lost to you forever?
My attempts to fix you only
leave me more broken than before.
It is sad for me to see you in pain;
to cut, to drink, to lash out
in anger and cries of
being abandoned.
My surrender will only leave me
more dead inside.
Where do I leave off and where do you begin?
You bargain and lash out in anger
to win my love.
For you do not know
how it could be gone
or be lost
or turned into something else.
And I have no answer
that does not but produce
more unanswerable questions
that lead to more pain
and anger, and lashing out
to gain my love.
Where do I leave off and where do you begin?
This is my fault, my doing.
Everyone wants it fixed.
Afterall, it is what I do.
If healing you means that
I become my own disease,
that would be fitting;
that would be right?
For no greater love is this:
that a man lay his life down
for his friends?
Where do I leave off and where do you begin?


