This Is What It Is
I turn away,
I try to never look back,
Never look again into your deep brown eyes,
I am too weak,
Your pull is too strong.
I gaze into your eyes, and you stare back.
You raise your hand, I flinch away
But you are only passing me a piece of paper,
This is the answer to your question.
I glance at you over the top of the paper,
You are watching me.
I ask myself,
Why did I not notice it before?
Why did I not see the blood under your nails?
Why did I not care about the scratches down your arms?
Why did I not realize what you are?
But I know now.
I pull something out of my back pocket and with a click,
A single flame dances.
I place the lighter under the paper and we watch.
The paper turns black, it curls, bits fall away,
And then it’s gone.
You think that you are forgiven.
That I can forget what you have told me.
Believe what you must,
But I am not a fool.
You wrap your arms around me,
You whisper things in my ear.
You close your eyes as you kiss my neck.
I reach behind me, my hand fumbling over the surface.
And then I find what I am looking for.
My fingers curl around the hilt.
I whisper in your ear.
The truth hurts.
The blade slides from my grasp and I hear you cry.
Blood pours from the hole, the knife protruding from your stomach.
I step away.
Your hold breaks.
You reach out for me.
But I do not reach back.
My heart has turned to ice.
You have frozen it.