She'll tell you her vows, and says to never harm. But her fingers are crossed. She simply wore gloves and swore not to tell but she did and she lied. The cuts on her hand are not what you think. It's a game she plays and you simply started, reaching for her hand in marriage. To keep her close is what you both want but for different reasons.
She will hold you close with a knife to your back pressing it deeper as the time goes on. You'll feel the pinch slowly increase as you realize it was all a lie.
Alive with the pain is all that she knows but she can lie, to keep you alive. To live another day to cut you away as she watches from the sky so high.
You've dreamt of this night, thought it would be so perfect to ask for a kiss but is it really a kiss you want. You wanted more from the devil and she saw with wide eyes. The game your playing is difficult at that but you're playing along at such speed.
No stutter, nor trip, can mess up her slip, for she has written it down, quite nice. But you to notice is something new. You looked past her eyes and saw the reflection.
The knife. The smirk. It was all just a game till you broke the curse and saw the truth. But you fell to your knees and begged for forgiveness.
Weak. You're weak. To think, you were the one, twas lie at that. The blood spills faster and covers the floor.
You should have stood and left for the knife in your back cannot be removed.
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Not Perfect -Poetry-
PoetryStep by step we will meet again. Maybe not in the same form but with the same feelings. Simple Max Rainbow poems. Love, lust and lost in words. Surrounding your whole being until you can no longer live without these words.
