My love your words are knives
Broken arrows impaled in my side

Everyone who has ever hurt me has my blood on their hands
But there is one who had the most
And she pushed her hands in her pockets,
Hiding the sight and the metallic smell of what she'd done to me
She shoved the knife in my hands and insisted I did it to myself

It's been two years
And she has yet to wash the blood off
Instead it's dried and there's the faintest hue of it on her hands
And yet she still insists I left myself bleeding

**** these tiny butterflies,
that rest in my stomach,
and expand in my chest...

like little paper knives,
i choke.  

and
ill block my lungs one day,
and ***** them up,
coughing out each wing
and eyeball and
tooth
.
.
.

even if theyve got my tongue twisted,
and my brain scattered,

like paint,
it is venom to my
squeezing, breathing heart
and
one day
ill rip out my
intestines
just to see them
gone.

your skin is like sand paper
rubbing me raw
you're words are like knives
piercing my soul
your eyes are like fire
burning straight through me
your love is like a rainy day
in a drought

It waits
for the exact moment
to lunge at its prey
hidden in the ferns and fauna
fangs like butcher knives
lodged deep in its throat
a gurgling sound is heard
through the dark shot of brush
whistling the trembling leaves.
And there’s not one or two,
but three of them, crouched low
so near to me that I can hear
their heavy reptilian nostrils
breathing in and out
they are my nightmares
ready to devour
but I am not scared
because they are only vicious creatures
in a dream
and I am a dinosaur wrangler
and I know what I’m doing.

You knew what would happen
I'm sure of that
I heard the scraping as you sharpened
I saw the knives
But the blinding smile you always flashed
It always fooled me
But that day I remember as good as ash
Bleak and useless
You stung me to the very core
The pain was acute
I couldn't bare it anymore
But then I saw a bird of white
So small I almost missed it
It was then I grasped at hope and began to fight

This one's for all the ****** angels
Bearer of knives and guns
I know you didn't use to think this way
You were just like one of us