the knife belongs to me

and i hold the power in the room

and as i run from room to room

chasing your trail of tears

i hold the power in each one

the power to rip the keys

from your greedy, grimy hands

and drive off into a world

you never intended for me to see

your hands,

the ones that hold the keys-

they never asked to hold mine

and i never cared to set down my knife

and wait on your every move,

wait for my turn to come up in the deck

and hold my breath

no, actually share my breath

give you all the breath in my lungs

just to make sure that you had enough

to breath

and eat

and drink

and fuck

and forget

no, i never wanted to hold your hands

and i never wanted to own a knife

i never wanted to use it

and i never wanted to pretend that i like the way you feel

i never wanted to feel you

and you didn’t care what i wanted

so now I own the knife

and the knife belongs to me

and I own our world

your world

And no,

you cannot borrow my knife