The cuts he left were fresh. First he butters you up and then whoosh right down the center! Wanda warned me not to trust to trust him, but I didn’t listen. She’s been cut to pieces too many times, but me? I was fresh out of the bag, single, whole grain and clueless. He seemed sharp as a tack with a shine that would melt any girl’s margarine when we first met. I didn’t know about his history at that point. When Wanda saw us together down near the toaster she pulled me aside.
“Tammy! Don’t you have any clue who that is!”
“Yeah he’s Knisley Knife my new boyfriend… why do you know each other?”
“Know each other!? Why we dated for eight months!”
“He was the love of my life”
“Well what happened?”
“Tammy if there is one thing you should know about Knisley is that he spreads it on hard but you will get hurt. He always told me how much prettier I was then those ‘Belgian’ varieties but look where that got me! Tossed to breakfast plate served in quarters.”
“Watch yourself or that’s where you’ll be headed also.”
Of course I did not listen to her. Me and Knisley dated for a couple months and it was great but then things turned sour when a certain Miss Linda Lemon moved into the fridge. Apparently I just don’t have the same ‘zest’ as her. All those memories, did they mean nothing to him? He took me aside and told me ‘ Tammy our time together has been fun but it’s over, see ya around ‘ and so he left me there with my heart cut into nice easy bites.