This was a sad poem, using a simple and even cliche story to portray yet another simple emotion. It was simplistic, though the ending was absolutely birlliant.

'so when the talk has endded
and the knife has been washed clean
the wounds in which have been created
will never ever be seen. '

^I absolutely love this stanza. The flow is perfection, and the words create such a splendid metaphor. Nicely Written.