IN LOVE WITH THE KNIFE

Anger, so sharp, can slice off all sense of reasoning.

It can sever ties and bonds that took so long to build.

You act rashly and regret afterwards;

And what took you minutes, days, weeks, months, years to build,

In a flash you destroy it all,

Because you'd made for yourself a close companion, the knife.

You bashed it and broke it into pieces;

A relationship of many years.

And happiness, and joy so long built,

You sliced it off without thought,

In a quick swipe of the knife.

In your heart, bitterness is rife;

So deep you sleep and dine with it.

Peace, patience, and calmness you evade,

Because you're so in love with the knife.

Just in a quick swing, in a smooth sweep you clear it all–

The happiness, the source of joy, that fine relationship;

You crash it and leave it to die,

Solely because what you love more is the knife.

You abandon true love,

And away you push those who care.

You nuzzle up against pain and resentment,

Simply because stronger is your love for the knife.

So you drink the poison, hoping the other person will die;

You hold the burning coal in your hand,

Hoping the other person will feel the pain.

How great your love is for the knife!

A PEN for TWO