love as an act of violence [poem]

there’s a certain bitter beauty in breaking a heart
blood streaked hands leaving the evidence
on everything you touch
it’s a heady power trip
the rush of knowing
that his smile is cracked because of you
that your words chip away at his ever-present confidence
wounds created as you slip past his armor
a sudden stab between the ribs
killing him just a bit
with a happy little twist of your wrist
and a smile full of teeth