He held her in his arms
Tears running down his face
The love of his life
Taken from him
So soon and so tragically
The blood still dripping
From the slit on her neck
The knife still warm
In his hand
About Love Cuts Like A Knife:
If you’re familiar with my poetry and short stories, you already know I tend to love twists and turns like the one in this poem. I also tend to lean towards darker themes when it comes to my writing. It’s not done on purpose, I swear haha. My mind just like to go there. I blame all the thrillers I’ve read over the years lol.
Anyway, when I was writing this poem and rereading it, I felt like the death was more metaphorical than literal. It’s supposed to show how sometimes we can love someone deeply and dearly. But still cause them the most pain. And we can end up “killing” what we love not because we don’t truly love it but because of our own personal issues. That was my take on the poem.
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