A sharp pain strikes me from behind

A cold, pristine blade pierces me

I can feel fear in the blade

Of not I but you

The blade unintentionally shreds the back of my heart

Not through rage but hesitation

Your shaking hands cause the blade to dance deeper in me

Then as if embarrassed,

The blade leaves quicker than it arrived

I feel the sheerness of the wind gush into my wound as quick as the blood leaves

Yet as blood runs down my back, I smile

You’ve always been brave

Even when scared you would finish what you started

I hear her take two steps back

Along with her deep, heavy panting

Is it regret? That I am unsure

In this moment of frozen time

Where we both remain idle

I choose not to act nor look back

Knowing if we lock eyes I’ll fall even deeper

But above all, the version of you I hold would be tainted

Those steps become faster and more faint

She was successful, yet I remain disappointed

For that blade never left your hand

So it wasn’t regret.

I don’t look back to see her run

Instead I walk into the river to wash me of my blood

I close my eyes knowing life will not flash before me 

Nor will darkness consume my body

But those dark yet somehow glowing brown eyes will lock with mine once more

They blink a soothing melody with a grasping tempo that blends with my own

Until those blinks get longer and heavier 

Finally closing for the last time