I double you stabbed me on accident. 

A quick trip, a little meal saved for mornings after

You’d be quick and I’d be empty. 

But you emptied me. 

My eyes, my fucking eyes, it was

As if they were searching for pain

I felt the knife. It dover deep into my navel, it twisted. 

It hurt me. 

Penetrated me like you never could. 

It thought it was my crudely drawn, unlovable, misshapen hand the guided the blade into me, into my heart. But no, it wasn’t me. That was you. 

Those fingers because they used to be mine and those eyes because they still are mine.