LOVE IS A BLADE

His voice as sharp as daggers,

he viciously plunges them into me

one cut for

every word

until there is hardly room for new ones,

stinging pain runs through me

as I will my cries to haunt him

forever.

I was too naive to have known better

and now there was no way to erase my

ignorance.

 

We had everything and

nothing

and all we did was turn the blade in the moonlight

wondering which side would reflect us the most,

what edge would define us.

It is now that I see that we were somewhere

i n b e t w e e n

love and madness,

intimacy and suffering.

What now?

 


*Image credit goes to thi.de on Instagram, who permits me to feature his illustrations on this blog. All text was added by me.

9 thoughts on “LOVE IS A BLADE

  1. “and all we did was turn the blade in the moonlight
    wondering which side would reflect us the most,”

    This. Oh god, so meaningful yet so simply expressed. There’s just so much elegance and beauty in the way you write!

    Thank you for sharing 🙂

    Liked by 2 people

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