This is a bit I wrote at the end of a vicious emotional extraction, e.g. breakup, way back in my mid-twenties.
PBBFH = Psychotic Blond Bitch From Hell
Twilight finds me dyin’
from the daggers thrown by you.
Insinuation, lies, deceit
flowin’ blood, I’ve paid my dues.
I see a tear fall from a dark eye
shattering, it strikes the stone.
Your hands reach out to touch me
but grab the knife and twist it home.
The pain has spread, but all pain fades
memories of you are just a shade
of a need I licked, a fix I’ve kicked;
my thoughts of life no longer stick
on your love of jealous jade.
I’ve pulled the knife, healed my wounds
I smile and tilt my chin.
I check the blade, the one you picked
a narrow minded tongue of tin.
A dagger dull to a heart like mine.
I trace the scar and sure enough I find,
that I was only nicked.