none
slice the hardest
as the ones
that clench the knife
in lovelorn anger
for they
are the ones
that know your secrets
using them
to temper the blade
their hands
have touched
every soft spot
know where
to cut
to stab
to plunge
to maximize
the impact
to share
the shattering ache
that fills
their waking nights
to render
the once
object of affection
into the target of
their bitter affliction

every i love you
a whetstone across
the new reality blade
until it has been
honed into
a monomolecular edge
thrust with rage
into tremulous heartpillars
of what they let

slip away.

some exes
lead to treasure
across the map
others
to a death
by a thousand
sloppy cuts.