Ledger Written In Blood

I kept quiet while you carved your victories on my back with every smug little lie you told in crowded rooms for fun
Kept the books in my skull while you stole my work
my time, my pulse
then grinned and called yourself the only one who gets things done
Every slight, every shove
every shrugged warning stacked up like unpaid bills in a drawer you never touch
Now that drawer is open, pages soaked

every red mark next to your head screaming you took too much.
You laughed when I flinched, called it thin skin
said I should lighten up and learn to take a hit like you
You stomped through friendships, burnt through favors
left me holding smoking wrecks while you shook hands like none of it was true
You loved me quiet, loved me useful
loved me bleeding in the dark where nobody could see the price of your lie

Now the lights are off for both of us
and every rotten thing you ever pinned on me is swinging back along the line.
You thought the tab vanished when I swallowed it
Thought the ink faded when you changed the story
Funny how loud a ledger reads When it is screaming for the cost.

This is a ledger written in blood on the wall behind your smile
Every unchecked sin lined up in chains
marching single file, If I go down tonight
I drag you through every razor truth I never said
We either crawl out clean together or stay nailed here
cold and dead.

You fed me to wolves with a shrug and a “they will calm down
just give it a day” shrug half drunk in the corner of the bar
Watched teeth hit my throat while you posted some soft little quote about growth from the safety of your car
You thought the howl would stay trapped in my lungs forever
thought I would keep swallowing glass and calling it wine
Now I am spitting every shard back in your face
and each cut carries your outline.

No soft landing, no witness
no way to twist this around
Just you and me and a flood of receipts pouring out on the ground
You taught me how to take the fall for you
now feel how hard I pull
Every rope you tied around my wrists wraps your throat full.

You wanted the record clean, I wanted to live
You get the wreckage now, I have nothing left to give.