Glass Blade

Your idea of trust was placing a blade in my hand

Arming me as though you already knew

That I would soon turn that knife against you

I did not pass you a weapon

I bared my soul and watched my essence mirror yours

And this was when our promise turned into war

Our glass blade was fragile

And yet

It cut us in all the wrong ways

They say that roses mean love

But the red in those roses

Is the red from my blood

From where I cut myself

On the jagged edge of your words

Our glass blade was transparent

And yet

It reflected your true side

It showed me that your demons

Could never be mine

- 12/12/17