Reminds me of me and my ex. I loved her soooo much, so damn much. Too much. It tore my heart out when she left. Left me cold, alone, afraid but I kept going, now it's just one more scar to add to the collection. This is beautiful
Up, underneath the ribcage I see... Say one thing for flaxman, say he gets his details right.
As for the message you explained, I'd say it depends on how many knives were brought to the bed. Unfortunately we can't choose to leave our past actions behind if we decide to be honest with one another (which is actually rarely ever done even when it is being proclaimed).