The Dagger
and the dagger
I see
tightly held in my hand
would I point it at you
and thrust it
high and hard
piercing the heart
that betrayed me
or would I turn it on me
and carve out the heart
that hurts
the pain
and jealousy
too much to take
or would I turn on her
for being what you want
I could not
for I know she loves another
and so
I feel the blood
bubbling
into my lungs
-jk (03/27/98)
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