Within the space between me and you,
Only our words survive
So I can tell my friends what you did wrong
And you can tell yours.
We can spill the secrets like dirt
Place bets to split the blame
Because what proof is there of
Love dissolving into thin air?
What proof is there of two people
Instead of looking at each other?
When we divide,
We will create a mess.
So that after we’ve already decided which friends
You get to keep and which ones
I get to keep,
You will find a single strand of hair
In the pocket of some old jacket.
You might wonder if we split like amoeba,
Retaining each other within ourselves
Losing bits and pieces
Here and there.
That maybe the resentment you will then have for me,
Was my own creation.
I simply forgot to take it back from you.