For my friends...that have been betrayed, hurt, cut. Remember, who you really are....
.
.
My Executioner,
Stands before me,
Love of my life,
Or so I thought.
The Dagger still in place,
Buried in my heart.
I know this moment will change me,
Break me,
Define me.
And so, smiling,
I lean in and whisper,
"O' Love, please...stab me again...."
Perhaps it won't change me after all.
Somethings never change,
Or die.
As they move away,
Caring not at all,
I toss them their Blade,
For surely,
They will be needing it again.
I will Love,
Even as I bleed Out.
Smiling.
And the pain,
Shall be,
Exquisite.
Stab Me Again,
And again...
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*And no....I have never had this happen to me...I just thought most could relate.
Words in a River.....Pieces & Thread.
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It is so sad
Surely there is beauty in sadness. And in the End, he lives on for Love, again and again, with all it's Pain....Himself......
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