running with scissors

when you were young you ran with scissors
down stairs and around family dinner tables,
around family dogs,
and she would tell you, "you're going to stab yourself one day,"
i remember your eyes when you would laugh and say,
"if i'm lucky, then,
only in the split inside my heart."

A/N: I wrote this earlier this morning. It was one of those accidental things, inspired by the beautiful website, "a softer world." I'm not sure if this has everything it needs, or if it could be part of a longer poem one day, but for now it means something, and that's enough.