Every time you leave
The blade falls
In a swift clean cut
And I am severed

But when you return
I lose my head completely
As if knife never felt skin
And I don't know why

I cannot find the strength
To end this exchange
So you must become 
Judge and executioner

It needs to be you
That pulls the final cord 
This queen bows her head
And forfeits her crown

Words: ©2017LCR
Image: CCO