New love

I don't understand what she sees in me.

I feel the knives lodged in my back

Shift as I move onward.

Time progresses,

And so does the number of blades

That reside within my skin.

It comes to a point

Where I can no longer ignore

The shredded paper

My body resembles

As red begins to cover my frame.

I think the color suits me well,

But she does not.

Kneeling beside my hunched figure,

Fingers tracing smeared patterns into my skin,

She slowly removes each dagger

From my spine and kisses away

The memories of betrayal.

They are replaced with new beginnings,

New chances,

New love.