The love, The pain, The cut, never saying goodbye again

A silver knife in one hand
the phone in the other,
me talking to you,
you saying you love her,
me taking the silver knife,
slowly to my wrist.
as you say its pressure,
choosing between me, or her,
the knife has pressure on my wrist, the pain is beautiful,
you say your sorry,
as the crimson drips from the knife.
you say you love me, as im holding the knife, clenching my fists.
you remember the time, we jumped off the boat, and swam in the ocean? as that knife, highered to my throat, you said goodbye to me,
and i said goodby to you.
the phone clicked,
and i never had to say goodbye again...