And With This Knife

And With This Knife

A Poem by hannahspelledbackwards
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Pretty gothic.

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And with this knife
I point it sharp,
and lean it in into my chest.
I close my eyes
and take a breath,
I lean it in with all my best.

I cut it deep;
I cut it slowly,
and take it out to hear a beat.
And with my hands,
I reach them in,
just to finish my intention.

I take my heart
and pull it apart,
from my chest,
with blood on my arms.
I glance around
to find your eyes.
I'm seeing heaven in this black night.

My legs go forth,
not towards the door,
but to the shaking stance
whom my heart beats for.
I hear the beat
with it outside me,
only because it knows you're here.

And here you are
Within my reach
I hear my cries as I'm on my knees.
And with this heart
in my bare hands,
I reach it up inviting you in.

Your eyes speak words
beyond my mind,
but you reach out and take my prize.
You did what I would never desire,
you began to walk
with my heart in your hands.

You left me there
on my knees
So cold and pale,
and still I bleed.
They say that time
heals all wounds,
but I've yet to die: a heartless fool.

And yet I wait
for that day
you'd place my heart inside my chest.
But inside my skull,
I truly know,
that day won't come,
I'll die alone.

© 2011 hannahspelledbackwards


Author's Note

hannahspelledbackwards
This is probably one of the darkest poems I've ever written. it has no inspiration whatsoever. Reviews are appreciated.

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this was an awesome write!! thank you for posting!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow, it left my heart hurting just picturing this. What a jerk that person was for not helping or putting the heart back. This was creative and dark indeed. It seems as though the narrator was so mechanical at first not even thinking of what she was doing when she was removing the heart but then later cried when she saw the guy. Funny thing, ironically, it sounds almost like a lullaby for children.

Posted 13 Years Ago


i agree with kelsie..the poem is indeed morbid but it has love, passion embbed in it!
a beautiful poem!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Bittersweet taste, a loving but very dark story to wrap it all up in a poem. Nice!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Sydney, Australia



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I'm Hannah, a 23 year old who loves art, animals, people, traveling and nature. I write poetry, songs, and stories. I write books but for some reason I never finish them. I can't write a poem unless I.. more..

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