#itusuallydoesn'tendwell

stop holding on to what hurts. i whisper to myself softly. however despite the words i still allow you to point the knife at me.

i suppose in a way that’s what love is. handing someone a weapon to aim at my neck. where the skin is weak and is easy to injure. sometimes they will nick me with the blade and it will leave a wound. i must remember that all wounds heal, though some may leave scars, i will think of it as a reminder not to make the same mistakes again.