Second Cut Etches Deeper

I met and conversed with a rather confusing stranger He had found his way to the bottom of a neat vodka bottle he said he wanted to forget needed to forget that he loved her but she wasn't for that No, she bore her soul for another with him it was just magic it was a make believe concert that he had first row seats to and she was the star of the show beautiful, wicked eyes that made a man question the room temperature curves that proved that indeed God is a man one with ample time and strong hands she had a spirit of a bird in every sense a bird he tried to tame but she lived in the moment and for the bottle boys were a bonus each time he touched her it was along traces of a world of hands that had been before she was numb, cold and touching her confused her she could never tell if it is the man she had trusted innocently or if it was many other she had felt but not really felt but in fact sensed sensed to forget him the weight of him above the helpless little girl that knew daddy wanted to play a game of "who can strip faster" and that she had to sit quietly and not let anyone in on their game that they played in the dark but he was trying to find her trying to open her eyes to life, and for once take out the blazed window panes until he concluded she might be harboring a healing heart So one day in hope to make her feel his touch and only his He gazed into her soul and told her first cut may be the deepest but it gets better in her mind though the person who invented that conspiracy was a damn fool because they neglected to mention that the second cut does not only etch deeper beneath you but it takes all you have leaves you hazy memories and a dizzy conception of life she needed a hero with a strengthened halo