Get It Over With

A day from now when I'm gone

You'll look back and wonder from

Where you're standing

Right there and then

If I just disappeared from thin air

I look at the knife

The blade beckons.

I doubt you'll realise

Or even reckon

That you are the one

Over whom I despair.

Someone who did not love me

Instead overbear.

It slices my skin,

the metal crawls in

The smell reaching my nose.

As the cold pain sears

Not over my skin

It vibrates my cells from within.

In the depths of my body

I feel my heart still

Then I found out,

I was long over you.

Author's Note

In all honesty, I'm still not over you H. Botha. I'm still not over you.