And before you ask this is not about my relationship

[thesofaofdeath]

I've seen you twist like paper, fold like a limb,
Slow like you wouldn't believe. I've seen you
Strip your nascent self like a carrion bird
and water flowing from your old dried skin
and water flowing from your old dried skin.

So let truth be my dowry. I have paid
past dear enough for the care I had for you.
I'll pare you from my lips with a fleshless word,
and raise my love to the hunting-blade
and raise my love to the hunting-blade.