The heart is the most fragile of the body's parts,
so when it is broken, the hardest to repair.
She stumbled upon the best temporary cure,
one which with you I'd be happy to share.
She pulls from a drawer, the simplest tool,
though some may call it a weapon.
The cold metal kisses her pale skin,
and the crimson flow begins.
It flows like a river, the Amazon, the Nile,
it blends with her tears and it goes on for miles.
Her skin no longer red when the remnants are cleared,
a deep scar she'll always hold as a souvenir.