Knives

This says it all. If you read this, and suddenly feel sick to your stomach, and if you are the person this is about, I'm sorry, but this is the only way my true thoughts and emotions come out.

Knives

 

Every word you spoke,

I believed in a heart beat,

Every promised you made,

I took for granted,

Every decision we made,

Was it really for us?

How could they have been?

Everything you ever did for me was a lie.

 

Your lies are nothing but knives,

Embedded in my still bleeding heart,

Unwanted,

But unable to  be ripped out.

 

The first knife,

Was the time you first said you cared for me,

I jumped for joy,

I started believing that day,

That there was a possibility.

 

The second, third, forth, and fifth knives,

Were the weeks I spent,

Talking to you and thinking,

Hey, maybe this will work.

 

The sixth knife,

Was from the first time,

You ever said you loved me,

Oh, how happy I was,

My heart could soar.

 

The seventh knife,

I think this one sunk deeper,

The time you said you didn't want to hurt me,

When in reality you did to save yourself.

 

The eighth knife,

Maybe just a little deeper,

You promised not to shut me out,

But look at what you are doing now.

 

The ninth knife,

Just a tad bit deeper now,

You no longer even grant me false hope,

Or trying to keep a smile on my face,

Even for a little while.

 

The tenth knife,

I think this one's in too deep,

It's amazing how many times I have sworn to myself,

That I am done crying over you,

But everynight,

No matter what,

Here I am,

Shedding new tears over you.

 

These knives are,

Forever,

Lodged into my heart,

They'll stay there,

No matter,

How much time passes,

No matter,

Who comes along offering me salvation,

No matter,

How many times I try to end my own pain,

These knives,

Are but a reminder of you and rain,

Everytime I hear your name,

Or the single drop of rain,

Each knife sinks a little bit deeper,

I think they're so far in,

Not even you can get them out.

Author's Note

Just hope you like it.

Reviews

[Tim Lion]

Wow. I like the metaphor. and know the feeling.
And, that last line is a real-deal philosophical
kick in the chops.

Powerful piece.
Made me hurt.
Thank you.

T

[Breanna Ragland]

Sylvia, this is amazing. I feel hurt and abused by him... I hate that feeling... This makes me want him to feel how I feel. I love it. Wonderful write dear... even better read. :)

[Octob3r Star]

Damn that was good!

[Calypso]

This is sad. I can feel your pain.

[Cats Eye]

Great write

[Karli]

Great depth and message. Well written:)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. The concept of the knifes made the poem stronger. I like the set-up and description of each blade penetrating the heart. A very good ending to a excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote