#Dagger, To Your Heart

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strong grove
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Dagger, To Your Heart

Look at me, acknowledge me, please my dear.
Does my heart not thunder loud enough to hear?
My voice not give out when you stand close and near?
My skin not rise, ears not bloom, head not clear?
Then why do you still gaze, why do you still veer?
Towards another light, when you were supposed to be right here.
Where is my light? Please, I cannot see my dear.
What am I to do, when you’re not by my rear?
I am no prophet, I am no poet, I am no seer.

I’m an artist, without his light
In the night, painting without his sight
I dropped my brush and lost the man.
You took my heart, and took his hand.

I have the blade, yet I can hear your thunder.
Tell me dear, do you see me now?
I see your skin rise, I hear your voice break.
Tell me dear, can you feel me now?
Your ears bloom, hands tied, head on a quake.
Tell me dear, can you feel me burn
So why do I turn, not towards the sun, nor the dark
But towards the light I’ve forever churned
Towards you, my light my forever spark.

So then I twist and turn, and plunge my knife
Into her heart, her chest with all my might.
A gush of red, a crimson leer,
A drop of tear broke crystal clear,
A cruel, morbid murder in the middle of the night.
I did not hold the handle, because I had gained back my sight.
The palms of my hands had never left the knife.
The blade gripped tight, my hands bled bright.
Red, crimson, then a deep dark black.
The dagger could never, never could have
Pointed towards my light, my forever light.

And then it dropped.
And then I dropped.
And my world broke in half.
And I stepped in between the crack,
Because I had let go of the light,
And had never regained my sight.

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@faint nacelle
@sharp parcel

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His hands bled because he held the knife by the blade

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And point the handle towards his light

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For he could never hurt his light

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Even if he tried

tacit dragon
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Great

clear daggerBOT
vagrant sleet
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I'm gonna cry

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it expresses so much

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and your wording and rhyme scheme is so beautiful

bright prairie
# strong grove Dagger, To Your Heart Look at me, acknowledge me, please my dear. Does my heart...

This poem hit me like a tidal wave of grief and obsession—aching at first, then crashing into madness. The speaker’s plea—“Look at me, acknowledge me”—isn't just desperation; it's proof of emotional starvation. They're not just hurting—they’re unraveling.
The metaphors are vivid: thunderous hearts, blooming ears, blind artists painting in the dark. That line—“My heart could see his smile”—is soul-stirring. Love has warped into torment, and when the speaker turns to violence, it’s both shocking and tragic. “I did not hold the handle…” reveals such inner conflict. They knew. And they broke.
The ending shattered me: “I stepped in between the crack”—a surrender to the void where love once lived. Sight is lost, light is gone. It’s devastating.

strong grove
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@queen portal this one is just sadness

queen portal
clear daggerBOT
bright prairie
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Hello @pliant tapir