|midnight thoughts|

Knife

The last words he spoke
were like a knife stabbing
through my flesh.
But that was that,
and then he left.
Now that I think about it,
I actually didn't care.
I'd known he was toxic
all along,
and that was quite rare.

It wasn't a stab that hurts
to your core,
but the kind of stab
that wakes you up.
And you realize,
'I won't take this anymore.'
You realize, you're worth
more than whatever or
whoever thinks they can
tether you to them.

You realize, you're
independent,
strong,
worthy of life
and love
and everything in between.

I'll remember that knife
for as long as I'm alive.
Maybe you haven't
experienced that stab yet.
Maybe it's time.