My Knife, My Love

Your knife cuts my flesh,

Opening wounds into my

Arms

Heart

Mind.

You take away happiness;

Your motive:

Anger

The moves you make cause

Blood,

Pain.

On the inside,

And outside.

Because what you didn't understand,

What you just didn't see,

Was the consequeses,

After what you did to me.

The End

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