I sliced to my heart
With the blade of ignorance.
Yet my injury,
Was not as great as yours.
Searing physical pain
Can never match
The agony of an aching heart.
Regret slit my throat
As I choked on tears,
But feel no sympathy for me;
You suffer worse.
Frustration and anger are
Demons with a thirst for
Blood of young lovers.
Never again shall they near
Me.
Never again shall they torment
Your mind.
I will cut out my heart
To protect yours.
Age 17