You do not grieve if you have not loved

so this is just bloody murder

making you Norman

blaming your mother for your sins –

sticking your knives inside of me

and when you pull them all out

I’m like a pin cushion

I can handle it, bouncing back

until it happens again and again

it’s cyclical

but I love it and I

love to be stabbed because

even though part of me is

pouring out

we are connected from

hilt to blade and

blade to hilt

and I know that 

even though you are to blame

I will still say that you grieve

because god I must have been so so loved.