blood on the dresser

February 22, 2018

and it took everything inside of me,

to draw the knife out of my back

and set it down on the dresser.


you grazed my heart with that blade,

barely missing it in your destructive path,

but the damage wasn’t massive enough

to take away my goodness.

because my heart still knew it would be wrong

to use that weapon to hurt you;

no matter how much my lungs were bruised

i still waste my love on you.

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