The Knife

A blade, tapered to a point.

I never expected this from you,

My heart  was overflowing with my love for you.

I was overjoyed.

 

The knife spins through the air.

 

I wanted to pause time and slip every moment into my pocket,

And take them everywhere with me so I could always treasure them.

I felt that you were so stunning and beautiful.

 

The knife spins through the air.

 

Your kind words pulled on the strings of my soul.

In my eyes you were a saint,

Each moment more wonderfull and inspiring than the last.

 

The knife thuds into my heart.

 

My heart was on the brink of explosion out of my feelings for you.

And then you stabbed me through the heart with a blade of betrayal,

And all my love for you bled out.

Author's Note

Enjoy.

Reviews

[Efflorescence Honey]

Awe! How scary:c did you write that from experience? Are you doing alright?
I really love how well written this poem is. It made me sad...which is good! Because it had an emotional impact in me. Keep it up! And you don't have to worry about doing something for me. Ask me whenever you want an opinion:)

[JoshuaCmngs]

This was not experience based, but I usually channel all my negative emotions into my depressing poems, because it helps me be happier in daily life.

[Loveylocks]

Wow! That was really good! I wish you would have made it longer though. I love how you used the meataphor of the blade being betral!i look,forward to reading more like these.

[JoshuaCmngs]

Thank you. sorry it was short.

[Loveylocks]

It's fine! I liked it!