you stab slowly and carefully,
trying not to put me in pain.

the whole time,
you repeat,
"i love you"
over and over.

you let me hug you,
kiss you, and cry on your shoulder,
even though im bleeding all over you.

when you pulled out the knife it was quick,
an attempt at being painless,
but it hurt,
even more than when it was going in.

when you left,
soaked in my blood and sadness,
you took a piece of me.

you gouged me,
ripped my limbs apart,
and told me you loved me,
and then you left.

you promised me you always would,
and with that,
you took another limb.

when you walked out,
leaving me there crying,
unable to move,
you finally took my soul,
all that i had to offer.

now i am nothing,
i try to survive,
but im slowly bleeding out on the floor,
begging for help,
begging for you to come back,
to give me my limbs and soul,
to let me breathe freely,
but we both know
that will never happen.

so i must wait,
for another man to come along,
with spare parts,
whom will fix me,
but the pieces will never fit quite right,
not like the originals.