beautiful man with dark eyes, when it comes time to use the knife, i wont flinch and i wont blame you. I wont blame you, instead i will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything and how i offered you everything that was left of me, and i will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your books, your clothes, our Turkish coffee our mornings our noons our nights our promises our bodies spilled together sleeping, the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever, your leg my leg, your arm my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.  
beautiful man with dark eyes, you have no knife. the knife is mine and i won't use it yet.