His weakness, my strength

You took your knife,
ran it gently across my neck.
Letting me know that you were gonna take my life.
Im pouring down tears,
trying my best to hold them back because i know it makes you mad.

You looked at me with your eyes filled with hate,
i didnt do anything to deserve all this.
Im filled with fear as you pace back and forth thinking out loud.
Then with a loud bang you hit the wall.
As you slide down the wall gasping for air, your tears fall down to the floor, you look at me and say “i just cant do it”
and you drop your knife.i realized that you were weak, and you were pitiful…thoughts race through my mind…all the things you put me through…through the years, i dont know wether i should kill you so it could all end, or to comfort you and tell you everything would be ok…so i chose to comfort you….as i walk over and sit beside you ….i look at the knife…with the blade so shiny, i had come to my senses and told my self “here’s your chance to pay him back for all he’s done to you”….i wrap an arm around you and kissed you on the forehead reaching for the knife with the other hand…then quickly stab the knife into your chest. As you look at me with a mix of confusion and pain…i lean down and whisper into your ear…”well i can