The Texts That Didn't Go Through

Dagger

My world stopped
as well as my thoughts
as you slowly stuck your dagger into my skin.
It didn't process through my mind.
That you were my downfall.
Your beauty takes lives.
I guess I should've know. that I wasn't the exception.
My blood reflected your beauty as I fell to the ground, desperately begging for air.
I looked up, to see an angel.
But it wasn't you.
You looked at me in disgust,
"I should've known you were weak from the start."