When I burn
It feels
So sweet
Like syrup dripping
Onto my tongue
And I learn so much
Like people don't ask
About scars they can't see
And blisters go away in about 3 weeks
And did you know
That safety scissors
Aren't good for breaking skin?
They are made to cut paper
And protect little sticky hands
From searing
Delicious pain
And maybe it's a sign
To loose all forms
Of self punishment
But I disregard signs
Just this once
To pull the tether
Back into my body
And hear the heartbeat
Smell the ammonia
Taste the sweat
See the blemishes
Feel the pain
But failure
Is more painful
Than any wound
Because I broke my word
To the most important person
In my life
And I wanted to feel
But I hurt my soul
When I aimed for my head
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I, One and Only
PoetryA collection of poems. Please be aware that this book contains sensitive content such as gore, police violence, abuse, mental illness, racism, strong language, eating disorders and derealisation/depersonalisation. Be sure to listen to yourself and p...
