Valentine

Not a warm hug, or a kiss
I give you a knife.
It's a way out if you please.
It promises death
like the bullet of a gun.

Here.
It will end this bad dream
like a pinch.
It will make your beating heart
stop all of a sudden.

I am trying to be helpful.

Not a had to hold or sympathy.

I give you a knife.
It's sharp point will end your life for good,
bloody and sinful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
It's shiny point sinks deeper into you skin
if you like.

Deadly.
It's scent will forever remain with you,
cling to your life.