Revengeful Blood

You stabbed me in the back once.
You voiced your name with repentance.
You didn't pierce me very deep
and I soon healed leaving no scar.

Blissful months passed, blood was reeking.
A friend found the red sopping shirts.
I couldn't even smell it on my own self,
but everyone else saw it and knew.

Before Christmas, thrice I'd been stabbed.
I lay crying for weeks from the open slashes.
While I was sleepless and alone and betrayed
you were content in more ways than said.

Tonight I was told about the bloodied shirt.
They said you now lay restless, alone.
I ponder God's revenge on you for me.
Was it deathly deep to your heart, too?