The only way to truly heal a wound is with time.
Your cuts were minor,
only slight slits into the skin,
but last night changed everything.
You took a newly sharpened knife,
glistening in the moonlight,
and I could see you coming toward me with it
but I did not try to protect myself.
It was too late.
You plunged the blade into my heart
with no regret,
and no cares.
my heart will heal,
but my scar will always be there
reminding me of what you've done.
You're a monster,
that lures in prey through those kind,
But you can only pretend to be innocent for so long.
I don't know what to do with you.