Any

Any takers?

I am the blade to your wrists -
Ready to bite.
But you are the raised fist,
Threatening to destroy me -
The noose about my neck.
We cut each other
With invisible knives.
Knives that don't hurt,
Knives that leaves marks,
That no one can ever see.
We know we are harming each other
But we remain ignorant,
Blind,
Bound and gagged.
We say it's love.
But is it anything?
This is not love.
But it isn't hate.
A magnet for problems and no solutions,
I want to escape!
But I am tied to you by the ankle.
A ball and chain that weighs a ton,
Weighed down by regret and anxiety -
And that ever present subtle dread,
The shade of the mind.
I can only watch and stare as we wound each other,
Destroying the foundations.
I wonder who will break first -
Are you asleep?
Or dead?