sawtooth

i went looking for it,
in you,
i knew i would,
but found myself 
our deceiver
in the end.
cut corners off 
much of what i'd said,
and of who, 
to each other,
i suspect now,
we both could've been.
softened the sharp parts,
thinking it'd be easier 
for you
to catch,
but i see now
i shaped it 
to throw,
safest for
my own hands. 
that empty harvest,
trimmings pooled at my feet
nick me all the time now,
catch in my laces,

and make it harder to leave.