A Step Higher

Raise an eye,
Just a bit higher,
Just a stare higher
Just raise your brows,
My heart dangles just an inch higher,
Weak from wear and tear,
Scathed, scratched,
Bleeding

You hold it,
You still hold the knife,
You still smile at my heart,
Though it is a replica of tatters.
It's yours, though you deny,
Who do you think,
Will have it?