Just Seconds Too Late
You whisper, oh-so-sweetly, in my ear "You're nothing without me, my dear." I'd believe you, if it wasn't for those bruises on my heart. (but thinking that over, I know that those bruises just confirm what you've told me time and time again… I belong to you.) Do you belong to me?
You scream, with burning anger, in my face "You're nothing without me, my dear!" I'd believe you, if it wasn't for that glint of doubt in your eyes. (but thinking that over, it does make me smile, because it confirms what I've suspected for years… you're scared of losing me.) I'm not scared of you.
You mutter, doubt seeping through, behind my back "You're nothing without me, my dear." I'd believe you, but these days, you don't even believe yourself. (and thinking that over, I wonder why I've stayed this long… you've never believed in me.) I'm done waiting for you to see.
You whisper, with tear-stained eyes, to a door that's finally closed "I'm nothing without you, my dear."
Too bad you didn't realize that when I had my ear pressed to that door.
I left just seconds before.