When you hear the word Knife, you automatically think of a sharp object.
When I hear the word knife,
I hear lies
Lies that always come out of your mouth
Lies that you feed me, to hush me up
Lies that equal to distrust
Lies that burn the soul
Lies you insist on are true
Lies that add up to a knife
The knife you pulled out
The tip that pushed me over the edge
In a daze, I wandered away
Blindly with my heart in my hand
Blood trailing behind
As I follow the trail
The knife still in my back
My trilogy begins
Part 2
Love hurts just like a knife
As a knife pierces your skin
The deep, dark color of blood
It's bittersweet to fall
Down the rabbit hole of love
Right onto the knife, you fell
As heartbreaking as it is the knife
Edged deeper leaving behind a scar
A scar that will forever be a reminder of
The love you shared
While my trilogy ended
Deadly, with the knife still in my back
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Series of poems
PoetryA series of thoughts, emotions, love, stories, feelings, fictional events, random and unexpected poems.
