a knife cut me
in my kitchen
but it didn't cut
as deep as you
the drip
drip
drop
of very red blood
on the counters
wasn't as red
as my face
when I cried
when you lied
no, that cut deeper
carved me like a stone
and I
I am remade
not a statue
but just as resolute
you will never cut me again
never find my soft spot
never see my tenderness
never feel my hair against your cheek
for I am resolute