Something else…
~x~
There is something inside of me… that reaches out to hurt you – but only just enough.
So that I can peel away the layers and expose you. I want to see myself as I am, after you, too, know pain, and find the strength to tell me who I’ve become.
Not the me that I see through my eyes, but yours.
It is the desire to tear into you, to pull you apart and crawl inside, so that I can know myself through you. Behind your eyes, your mind, your heart; that beats out every passing moment of precious time lost.
As you are quick to remind me, and move along just as fast.
The razor hurts less than your sword.
There is something about your hands… that I want to feel… touching, soothing, caressing – squeezing.
And if I listen to my heart – when you fall, maybe I finally will.
~x~
