Haven’t you ever seen a knife before?
She slowly pushed it closer to me.
''Yes, I have seen one once before''
I think in my head of all the times I had picked up this knife, at night, in the afternoon and in the morning when I felt alone.
She pushed it closer once more.
Tempting me, she knew I was trying to stay away from this knife.
She, isn't even a person, she is apart of me.
A small part of me, trying to push me into the habit again.
I'm fighting it, I always will.