A girl whom I've learned to adore,
Spends some time with me in my darkness,
She tells me her feelings of love,
And basks in my sweetness.

With a farewell I welcome familiar things,
Such as loneliness and insecurities,
They get the best of me to my disdain,
I become haunted once more when she leaves.

Poetry is written,
Music is played,
I reach beneath my mattress,
To find a loving blade.

Its serrations are lips,
To meet my skin,
I bleed and lust,
To do it again.

My flesh is white as paper,
But I give opportunity,
For the blood to flow,
And give me some remedy.

Take away my depression,
Sweet blade of mine,
Kiss me like no one else can,
And put a stop to time.