Love and Lacerations

I am contending with your clouded thoughts. You’re seeing red which means we’re past the point of talk. It can be so unnecessary…with the way you put yourself out every time we disagree. My world is on a razor’s edge. You’re throwing knives at me like there is no consequence… and I know it’s just the way you feel right now. I can’t stop you cutting deep. I can’t stop the bleeding out. It’s just another love laceration. Keep taking stabs at me but phone an ambulance when you’re done. It starts off angry over something small. A stupid spat turns to blood splatter on the walls. You can be so unforgiving. I’m afraid to put my neck out for fear of severing. My world is on a razor’s edge. You’re throwing knives at me like there is no consequence. Who knew you had such scathing words? Is this the hell I deserve? Don’t wait. I’m feeling drained. The loss of blood is getting to me. White as a sheet. I’m feeling weak waiting for cold sweet death to come for me and put me out of my misery.