“How can it be that the sharpest blade could be wrapped up so delicately?”

I can see the confusion in his eyes as he has never known a woman who was half of hell and most of heaven all at once..

“I have lost control with you. I fear this is an addiction at this point. Because I know that I want what hurts just as much as what feels good. You could fatally wound me and I’d beg for one more cut”

And I respond without needing to give it much thought for I have seen the damage that comes from my love..

“Some knives have been so unusually honed that they become, often against their will, much deadlier than others..”

the blood
& the bones

I think that I have forgotten how to give all of myself and in such a way that it does not harm another. Some people are made to stay and be healers and some are made to cut and run.

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