She cut like the cheap kind of steel;
the kind that you have to take a deep breath and repeatedly saw into flesh with.
She ran like the blood down my wrist and she splattered herself like the B positive across my floor
she stung like the "20 minutes after" and she lingered like the scars.
I find her buried deep inside me and realize I’ve forgotten that I am not as shallow as I seem.
There are traces of her everywhere like finding glass weeks after a car accident.
She hurts as bad as holding a hot flame to my skin but she is just as addicting.
She is the most enticing pain I can cause to myself and I am in love with how she hurts