Sticks and Stones Never Made Sense

Thought that I would shove everything aside
To shake your hand.
Barbed wire wouldn't come fast enough.

Why does your name leave a bad taste in my mouth
When it rolls off my tongue?

In your world, excuses mean everything.

Stitch me for days because
I keep splitting myself for--self for you.

Why does your face seem better on the floor?
Have you thought about death today?
Ask me, I'll help.

I keep splitting my.self.for.

You never knew me.
These are my last words,
Not that it matters anymore.