Stab Me Now
I see the knives
You attempt to keep hidden
As your hand shakes mine
In this warm garden
Why hide them?
Here I am, before you–
Pull your arm back, throw,
And then relish the view
Of me collapsing to my knees
Blood staining my skin
Blood spilling from my lips
Staining my grin–
Why wait for me
To be unguarded
Til you throw your blades
And split my head?
War works not
In that cowardly way
Why not gun me down
While I stand, clear as day?
Why pretend to befriend me
Before taking my trust
And using it to send me
Crumbling in the dust?
If you must stab me
Then why not act fast?
Rip out my heart quick
And destroy my past––
Copyright © Fm Rt | Year Posted 2018
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