the PRICE of your KNIFE

2

i think about your eyes.
how when you look at me i actually want to look back and hold a gaze with you, but you turn away when you see no emotion, no love in my eyes.
i want you to know that i want to show you all the love i hold for you, well... all the love i want to hold for you.
i don't think i am capable of love, but i want to be able to love you.
for, i could not love if your arms were not there to catch me. i see no point. i just sense my heart will shatter once again, at the impact of your knife. but this time it will have rung too deep, to no repair.
the look in your eyes too storing and steady, this time i look away...