Voodoo Doll (2012)

I don’t really want to understand why we took each other’s hands. Your change of heart, for better or for worse was a lesson, lessened only by your pride to which I gave you.

I fixed you in my image, but you tore me apart for being you. This irony you cover up in steel still keeps you anchored to whatever rock bottom you thought was the surface.

I’m on my last breath down here with you, and I want you to know: the only reason I haven’t hurt you is because you are my voodoo doll.