With a Knife

on the spot

your words

they hurt me

every time you speak

they cut right through me

once i let my heart go

i released my love

along with my soul

i never received a golden medal

for being Most Pathetic

Most Selfish

Most Annoying

now

as you're talking to me 

your words

they slice me

opened me up

look at my heart

black and pulsating

withering away

i fell for it

again

just as i have countless times before

just regard me as a Duchess

that always loses herself in her poetry

her words

are hers

until they are broken

just like her heart