Your words are like a knife
and you hold it to my throat
with the power to end me,
to take my life.
You tear through my skin
slowly, reveling in my pain,
watching the blood
drip down my collar bone,
bleeding me out,
bathing in my blood.
It seeps into your pores
making you stronger,
as I become weak.
And somehow I stay every time,
because right before I'm drained
you pull back the knife
and tell me "I love you."