[if words were knives]

[1]

you have been the dagger
in my side

twisting and twisting,
tearing away at
the corners of my smile

do you know
[how much blood i've lost over you?]

[2]

i am sharpening my tongue
to hurt you

whetting the knife
against my thigh,
drawing blood to drip

all over your
pretty new world

[3]

i laugh at the way your blade collapses
against my arm,

and breaks under the pressure
of the hatred
you can't bear.

i hope you can feel my eyes
[do they make you nervous?]

[4]

you've told me countless times
[i want to die]

i wonder if you'd let me
plunge this knife into
your side

your tears couldn't compare
[with the ones i've lost over you.]