and here i am again
with the knife i gave to you
and my heart i trusted you with.
you slammed the two together
letting the blood
drip
pour
bleed.
and you just sat there
watching everything happen
holding the two parts of me
i had let you have.
you keep pushing them closer,
looking me dead in the eyes,
making sure the knife stays
in the chambers you sliced it in
with that venom slipping from your mouth
that sounds like
"i'm sorry."
