Stab Back

I stand on the edge of a precipice.

Dodging daggers to the back with my elusiveness

I stab back.

I aim to only miss

Accepting broken over bliss

Filling the holes that expose the crack.

I trade the rage for the kiss

The nothing at all over the what’s left of this

I give up what I have, for what I lack.

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I stab back