שאלות ושיח

I gave her the power

to do what she wanted to me—

it was the sharpest knife

in the arsenal of the cook,

and I gave it to her.

She used it,

just as I predicted—

but I didn’t want to believe it.

Now I’m bleeding,

wondering why I ever handed it over.

גוד שבוס לכולם❤️

I remember the times

she used that knife

to make delicious meals,

beautiful breakfasts.

And now I wonder:

should I have given it to her at all?

Some say love is unbeatable,

that it triumphs over everything—

So why am I here,

bleeding in the darkness?

Tell me,

why was I so foolish

to believe she wouldn’t stab me

at the first opportunity?

It was delicious at times,

terrible at others—

but I still don’t know

if it was worth

the ultimate meal

that was her.