#*abuse implied

Cold, shaky, empty

Calloused, scarred

I’d not relate them to myself

Not accept them as my own

If the blade you held

Did not spill my blood

Did not prove the way it pumps

From my heart and into these

Impulsive, careless

Not controlled

Of course they’re connected to my heart

Connected to my flighty little heart

And the blade you held

Spilled my blood just the same

As if it had pierced my chest

Into my heart instead of these

Hurtful, harsh, angry

Cruel, heartless

Striking out vengeance at myself

And vengeance at my connected heart

What if the blade you held

Fell into these

And proved the way your heart pumped?

Disconnected your heart

And

Watched

You