Unkind Cuts

His thoughts
The first cut
Hurts the most
Keep it shallow
His eyes  

The second cut
A red streak
That stings
His face

The third cut
A twist of the knife   
Draws blood
His voice

The fourth cut
A fresh rip                            
Easier now                                         

Timeout to                                          
Savour the pain  
easing the ache
Of a hopeless love

Cover the 
Throbbing scars                               
With a smile
Go on living
while there's room
for more cuts
on the heart
for it still 
beats


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