A Tortured Embrace

A Tortured Embrace With this blade, you pierce my heart,With it's ornate handle, of finely entwined lies,And edged in deceit,You try to cut the ties between us. I should hate you,I should draw my own sword and cut you down,Slice through the supports of the crumbling wall you try to erect between us. I should be angry,I shouldn't care what you think or feel,I should walk away. The tip of your blade,So sharp, it seems to cut through the air,Seems so much more vicious,As if my doubt, me questioning if you ever cared,Pulls the point together, as sharp as a hypodermic needle. As you point it at my chest,And flourish what you seem to have held back for an eternity,I take one glance at you,And once glance back at what we had,What we went through. I step forward as though nothing ever happened,Just to be able to touch you,To enhale your scent,To stare into those eyes for that one final moment. Your blade, your doubts, your love for another,They sink deeper and deeper into my chest,I have never know pain like it. My mind tells me to stop, to walk away,My mind agrees with you,Yet my heart seems to drive me forward. Life slows down, suddenly there is not nothing,But there is no longer anything,As if the touch of the blade runs my blood cold, Yet I still fight, And if I have to keep fighting,Until your blade runs me through,Until the handle sticks out above my breast and my face is close to yours,I will endure the pain. I would endure pain tenfold to this. For one more chance to tell you I love you.