Knives In My Heart

By Kris   

He stands there
In his hand
Takes a knife
And punctures a
Hole I stand there with
A smile on my face
I take a bandaid
And put it on the hole
He takes my hand and interlocks
Mine and his
He takes his knife
And punctures another
Hole this time it’s bigger and
A little bit deeper I look
Down at the ground only to
See the blood from my heart
Dripping on the ground

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