The Dagger

Free Verse. I was feeling cathartic and misenthropic. Ah, Love, Sweet Love. Enjoy!

Trust is giving someone the Dagger and believing they won't use it. It's placing your heart on a cutting board and leaving it open, exposed and bloody, but hopeful that there's one person on this over-populated, filthy planet that won't strike you down in your vulnerable state.

So here's to you, the One who got away, unscathed,  lied to my face, took the Dagger and with a gleam in your eye and devious smile stabbed me in the back, sliced and diced my heart, then served it sauteed with a side of onions and peppers. 

Don't forget the hot sauce. 

Bon Appétit.

Reviews

[Mr.Writer]

Wow! Ok... Ok... Let me digest this first... The poem was originally about trust and being wise with it... And then...this comes!
" then served it sauteed with a side of onion and peppers."
"Don't forget the hot sauce."
"Bon Appétit."

Lol... this poem was a treat to read! You never fail to impress your readers! :)

Oh yeah... it should be "serve" instead of "served" I believe :)

Keep it up! I also just noticed it was free write xD xoxo

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest, raw and direct words shared. When we lose trust. Break our heart and I believe trust cannot be regain. One a liar, always a liar. Thank you Anastasia for sharing the amazing poetry and thoughts.
Coyote

[Broken Hearts]

This poem was a great read! Love the turn of events.:)

[EcstaticEuphoria]

Oh this is wickedly written and sublime! The image brought a final period to the whole piece, nice touch

[Taz]

Wow very strong poem, well done.

[Parker101]

This is very good and also true. Trust you have to give it to get it

[Michael G. Smith]

Great analogy, you are a gifted storyteller.

[Stacy Purvis]

Thank you kindly. 😊

[MarkAndTheOcean]

Haha very dark and morbidly funny. Keep it up!

[mercy party]

That all sounds just about right.
great rant, i enjoyed it all the way through.
very nice!

[Suhd]

Tis a wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing.

[Stacy Purvis]

Thank you, sweetheart. xxx

[aj milton]

Ouch! Betrayal served up with a bitter (not sweet) sauce. One hopes that the object of the poem chokes on the culinary delight.