I was left open

to bleed out.

Hurt and in pain,

pained and in hurt.

Vulnerable to anything around me,

you made your way in.

You infected me,

and it felt like love.

You had gentle hands

and an even gentler soul.

I couldn’t see the knife you hid.

I began to heal.

My cut began to close,

And everything around me

finally felt okay again.

And the moment I got comfortable

You took the hands that once held me close to your heart,

wrapped them around your knife,

and you killed me.

You killed me.


One response to “Untitled.”

  1. so pain found in these lines.


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