{an entire house, carpeted with eggshells}
I made a steel sword out of selfishness
trying to save myself from the oblivion of domesticity
and you, whose only crime was loving me, are kneeling bleeding and impaled against your hill of crosses
don't come crawling back
I don't want you anymore
there's something inside every dog that was a wolf once.
trying to pick up the pieces of our lives but they're just cutting our hands
and our mouths, scars like loki's in careless rows
(sew my mouth shut and maybe I won't be able to hurt you)
don't come crawling back to me
I'm not worth your forgiveness