My Machete

When I first arrive and you see me there,

Your hopeful eyes shattered by despair

Know what we used to be.

No one else is more confused than me.

Oh, I don't want to hurt you anymore.

I drop my machete to the floor.

You look so happy-sad.

I know I can't expect you'll wait for me.

The soft taste of your lips

Conjures memories of

A world where petals fall from above.

It seems so far away.

I am lost, to both of our dismay.

Oh, I don't want to hurt you anymore.

I drop my machete to the floor.

You look so happy-sad.

I know I can't expect you'll wait for me.

Would someone please pass me the key

To this exam that I've written?

You look so happy-sad.

I know I can't expect you'll wait for me