by Jason Alan

do you adore

the lovely lines,

this glint of light

upon my knife?

do you read

the poems

that I etched into your skin?

your next lover

will feel the scars

when he touches you.

he will notice

the piece of your heart

I carved away.

he will leave you

and take a piece of it as well

and the one after him

and so on

and so on.

and each of those men

will carve off

another piece of your heart

as they leave.

and this will go on

until there is nothing left to give.