Every time you betray me

I feel it in my soul

A gasp of pain and questioning

I run to you, my protector

You welcome me with open arms

And as you whisper “it’s nothing”

I feel you draw the blade

Shocked, once more I raise

Searching eyes watching

Again as love and lies fall

From the same breath

I feel the wound open anew

As the blade sinks

Into my desperate heart

I begin to weep, forsaken

As you, hands bloody and unrepentant

Dare ask me what is wrong

At night I lie awake and wonder

How long can I bleed before it kills me?

How many times must you turn the knife before I go stark, raving mad?

How long before you see the blood on your hands?

Will you whisper softly to my cooling corpse “Oh no, what have I done?”

How can I believe you love me?

How can you hurt me so?

For better or worse I committed

And here I am in hell