five minutes

five minutes and
i know i've lost you.
but time dilutes
the concentration of this hurt
so i figure the longer i drag this knife

the lesser the wound

five minutes and
i know i shouldn't even be here
but my politeness
is no longer my virtue
so I figure the longer I stay

the lesser the contempt

my patience is running thin
my dear
i fear that this is hate that is seeping through.