Knifeless
you’re tongue cuts sharper than any blade I’ve used on myself
but I think I love it that way
I don’t have to worry that I’m going to cut too deep
because you’re the one cutting for me
and you cut like a surgeon
precise and swift
sure and sharp
shaping me into something better than I ever thought I could be
by removing the diseased parts of me that you hate
cut me faster
love
I long for your knife
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That Which Doesn't Break Us Only Makes Us Hate Us
PoetryA series of small poems about many different things - relationships, hatred, love, hurt, pain and breaking up. It's not all sad, though - there is a bit of whimsy here and there, though sparse.
