she cut me
for every doubt
she had
about my sincerity
she doubted me enough
that after a week
i looked like
a walking jigsaw puzzle
after a month
my reflection seemed blurry
in the mirror
after a year
i fell down the stairs
like a spring toy

after she left
i couldn’t tell
if all the pieces remained

i couldn’t care less

either

i just miss the way
she cut without killing
inflicted pain in succulence
and left me
bleeding
and
begging for more