What is love, if not endurance?

I pull out the dagger which you transpierced into my chest

With the dagger in one hand, I touch my oozing blood with the other and then I look at you

There's horror in those eyes, a foreboding that I might impale the knife into you,

That this moment might witness my vengeance.

Oh, but I choose not to would you

For what is love if not endurance without letting the other endure?

I walk away from you, the wound in the chest throbbing with ache

"Here's to another bruise from you," I speak to myself, "Here's to another time not bruising you back."

#napowrimo #day8