• throwing my daggers
    in the dark, I took
    a stab at your love,
    in a daze
    when you switched on the lights
    and smiled.

    though, to be completely fair,
    i had peeked under my blindfold
    a time or two,
    trying to convey my intentions
    with not-so-subtle subtleties
    that seemed to fly over
    your silly, oblivious head,
    leaving me to hop around
    like an injured bird.

    but the bird flew again,
    oh, it soared.
    how stunned i was when,
    after brandishing my blades,
    i saw your face illuminated, and your smile,
    and your hand, which held
    my dagger with a gentle, steady grip.