A Double-Edged Sword
- A Tortured Artist
- Jul 4
- 1 min read
Updated: Sep 4
A love like this is dangerous.
I raise the tip of my sword to you, a warning
a silent plea for distance.
Tears carve down my face
as I watch you reach for the blade.
You grip it tight
until blood spills like ink down your arm.
The light in your eyes flickers, then fades.
Softness dies. Darkness settles in.
Now all I feel is pain
creeping into my chest like a starving animal,
circling, inching closer, tasting fear.
Just as I brace to let go and run,
I glance down
and realize:
I'm holding the other blade.
The pain seeps in,
not sudden, but slow
a sick infusion of hopelessness and rage.
Still, I can’t let go.
I'm frozen,
burning from the inside out,
my silence pressing against the walls around me
like a scream caught in stone.
Then, a whisper slithers through my mind
"If I let go, I'll bleed out and die."
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I enjoyed your description of the the two sides of the most wonderful emotion one can experience. I can remember being one torn between falling further in love, or running away in pain and never knowing love’s true power.
The double edged swords of love always come as a pair. When you fall in love with someone, you give them power over you. If they love you, they give you the same power. Power to make you happy, to give you great joy in their presence and their touch. The other side is pain and heartache. The power to hurt you as no other person can.
Both lovers hold the same power over the other. When the right…
Really powerful writing as always! Keep doing what you do!