Take your knife and line it up.
Make me bleed, just for a cup.
Plunge it deep and pierce my soul,
It was yours to keep, yet here we roll.
I think I got run over by a truck,
But maybe that’s ‘cause I gave a ****
Go ahead and twist your knife,
My once well-loved now spiteful wife.
In my suffering you bask,
As blood drips out despite my mask.
I think it’s time to make it real,
These visions and thoughts I feel.
The stage is set, messages left.
Time for self inflicted theft.
There’s a hole in my chest,
And you thought I spoke in jest.
The last laugh is mine.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 5:49 AM UTC
Take your knife and line it up.
Make me bleed, just for a cup.
Plunge it deep and pierce my soul,
It was yours to keep, yet here we roll.
I think I got run over by a truck,
But maybe that’s ‘cause I gave a ****
Go ahead and twist your knife,
My once well-loved now spiteful wife.
In my suffering you bask,
As blood drips out despite my mask.
I think it’s time to make it real,
These visions and thoughts I feel.
The stage is set, messages left.
Time for self inflicted theft.
There’s a hole in my chest,
And you thought I spoke in jest.
The last laugh is mine.
A proper relationship poem that has nothing to do with my ex, for once. I created this out of a single mental image: a woman holding a knife and standing over a man laying down with his literal heart exposed and vulnerable.
I’m happy with how the flow and tone of this poem turned out, hopefully you are as well.
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