Knives are sharp.
Knives are dangerous.
Knives are fun.

Knives can ****.
Knives can make you feel alive.

Knives go away.

You
With your words
The Knife.
You.

Me
Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.
Me.

Us
A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.
Us.

We
Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.
We.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.

i will always be
too much
yet never enough
for you.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

As if those straight long hair
was not enough
That you had to color them
to make it more graceful.  

As if those deep Eyes
were not enough
That you had to put Kohl
to make it more Ravishing.  


As if those oval Nostrils
were not enough
That you had to wear that nose ring
To make it more exquisite.  

As if that Smooth Neck
was not enough
That you had to now wear that Delicate necklace
To make it more irresistible.

To the bone I am becoming,
losing track of what I wanted to be,
I'll find myself being pencilled in
with grayscale tones painted over me.

To the bone I am becoming,
break my fingers, my limbs and my soul,
you'll touch me as you wish, burning me thin,
'til I'm fragile - no parts of a whole.

To the bone, I am becoming,
even though I'm desperate to try,
because all I can taste is your hands on my skin
and bitter and dark was the fight.

To the bone, I am becoming,
I'm addicted to losing control.
My bedroom is littered with matchsticks and gin,
To the bone
To the bone
To the bone.