At some seemingly unimportant point in time,
I stopped and thought.
After long years,
I finally saw
Mind over heart.
And realised how you killed me,
Slowly inching your dagger through my open heart.
An almost invisible motion clouded with false love.
I reached up and grasped the blade,
With shaking hands and frosted eyes,
Bled palms and torn skin,
I pushed you back.
Clung to your dagger, you fell.
You asked me meakly to help you up,
Reaching an extended, pleading arm,
Grasping at a broken person.
A heart you broke,
Tears fell from my eyes
As I refused,
And guarding my wounds,
I turned away