A Knife in My Chest

There is a knife in my chest, friend.
I feel it's weight, like a heavy stone
It's settled in my heart and made a home.

You glance at me quickly, but don't look away
Your mouth opens, but you have nothing to say.
It makes sense that you see it-your chest is equally marred.
I shouldn't be so surprised-
No one leaves a knife fight unscarred.

The words tumble out,
they fall like rocks from your lips.
Gravity pulls them down, and they sink like ships.

I meet your eyes, catch your hopeful grin.
I've already forgiven you for the wound, my friend.
Your face lights up, and your arms reach out,
but there's no way I can reach you, no path, no route.

Oh, my dear friend, you should have guessed:
Of course I can't hug you-there's a knife in my chest!
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Wrote this almost a year ago now. At the beginning of the school year. Kind of emo, I know, but it was a turbulent time. Posted it a couple months ago, deleted it by accident, that's why it's on here again.