The recognition from an empty plate

My plate was never empty with you around,
Placed on our table,
Always filled with red flesh,
Drenched in your salty sauce,

Today I finally looked up to check on yours,
Just to find an empty seat,
With a broken plate and a bloody knife.

So i took the plate and replaced it with mine,
Took the knife and cut out my heart,
As I wait for the next person to sit in your chair,
Ready to serve them until they check on mine.

The eternal ticket for you to fuck me over

Everybody else has a line they cannot cross,
I'd drew them myself before we became friends,
They wouldn't have any say about it,

But you've never been everybody else to me,
And that means there's nothing between us that you can't cross,
You are free to come here and strike me down and kill me,
Even when I don't welcome it,
I'd never lift a finger to strike you down and kill you first,

So maybe there is a line for us after all,
Going in spirals,
You moving in,
And I, moving out.

False interpretations

What dependency?
You think I need them?
When you accuse me of faults, then you're accusing yourself of faults.
Because I am nothing without you.

And everytime you mistake friendship with dependency,
I wish that you had never conceived me.

Behind the veil

You've always stood in front of your love and your scars,

To both protect and to hide,

And when you loved me,

I couldn't tell whether I'm protected or hidden,

So I lived as your wound,

And hope that you can love me as your scar.

Dark patches on wrinkled skin

Anger,
Was all thats left in that hour,

Death,
Was the simple justice left for scale.

Delayed

I've promised many times that I'll never be like you,
Even when my flaws are shaped like your edges,
Maybe all I am is nothing like you,
Even when loose grips, wouldn't sever our tethers.

Beneath swaying trees,
In the season of fruits,
I fell and skinned my knees,
And you convinced me everything is good.

The passing of an author

I was an empty book,
And you gave me my letters,
And now you're gone,
No matter where I look,
I hope you would still pray,
So I wouldn't leave my pages in shambles.