Dearest Lover

It’s addicting. You pull me back in again and again. I need you. I try to run And you grab my cut up wrists, Pulling me back under. Breathe. Cut. Breathe. Cut. The words pulse through my weapon as I lay it down. The pain rips red through my veins. The sting brings happiness. Confusing, tortuous happiness. Let my world fall around me. It doesn’t matter. The pleasure of the pain builds the walls up As my world crumbles. I fall back into your loving arms. You have been there, Throughout the light and dark, The blood streaks as comfort. I can’t not control the control I feel with you upon my thigh. No one understands me like you do, my dearest lover.