My knife or yours?

Its not really poetic... so please bare with me. Both parties just don't know what is going on.

I handed him the knife

- with the blade facing towards me.

(That was the polite thing to do, so I was told

when handing sharp objects to someone.)

But he looked at me and gave me a sloppy smile

-switching the blade so that it would face him..

I was at a lost...

  I didn't like the position it was in. 

Without thinking

I turned the blade facing me while our hands grasped firmly "Now.." I thought 

"he had all the power."

This was beyond a metaphor at this point

and he was fine doing what we were doing...

whatever it was that we always do.

I was okay with him having the power...

The ability to snag my skin 

blood dripping...

no sorrows...

nothing...

He switched the blade again

-why?

why? what a silly question with him

He and I didn't care for the scene we were causing.

Public. A party..

We always made a scene without trying. 

A love/hate relationship

He is an enigma. A maze I can maneuver around but never get to the 

end. 

I know what to expect with him but when 

I handed him the knife 

-the blade was facing towards me..

There was that sloppy smile

Author's Note

Are parenthesis not needed? I wasn't sure to add them or not. I figured the narrator would get points for being polite and getting a quick flashback from her childhood..lol Do you see this as more metaphorical or realistically happening. just tell me if its crap or not lol positive feedback would be appreciated! xx