Rusty spoon

If I met you today,

I image I would hurt you. 

I know however that my mind is full of bullshit,

and I would never touch you. 

I would welcome you back;

like you never cut my heart out,

with the blunt edge,

of your rusty spoon. 

At least if I punched you,

I would leave a mark.

Though it's not permanent, 

like the one's you left on me,

 I would know that you hurt too.

Reviews

[ConnorDiabolus]

I love dark literature and can relate to similar feelings especially the line 'I know however that my mind is full of bullshit' :) I do prefer longer pieces of poetry but that has nothing to do with anything really. If you have anytime i would appreciate you looking at some of my work.

[SheaRyhai]

Wow...do I understand the emotion in this. You really do have a unique way of writing that easily leaves a mark on the reader :) The use of "rusty spoon" for a title caught my interest, but the way you used it in the poem was brilliant.

The ending lines were the final punch, as there are many of us who have been left marked by the selfish actions of others - yet we have not cross that line to return the pain inflicted, though we wish we could.