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[swanxheart]

And there was a crimson hole in your back
Was that a smirk on my face or a strategically placed frown?
I became excited at the thought of hurting you
And hurt at the thought of losing you
I held my bleeding hand up
But it didn’t shake
And took a moment to amuse your blunder
Let myself exact it off again

A knife up my sleeve screaming your name
Some things happen at the blink of an eye
I slid the blade far into your hole
But did it not protrude from the other side
Caught between your spine and heart
It’s something that you will live with forever
Another part of who you are
I left my mark and it’s of a proportional size

And now you’re not quite dead
But definitely not among the living
And the locked door is now cracked open
But I’m left without a reason to move on