Rosy Tears
I find
myself alone at times,
crying rosy tears
cold, yet somehow
they barely feel there
they bring me some
relief
but it never lasts for long
music helps to numb me
your words, they make me long
for sweet relief, that I may feel
warm, loved, and needed
but only
if I try to catch your eye,
to get your smile, to
feel your warmth, and
when you hold me in your arms
crying tears of lust
when I
scream out in joy, as if
I might be writhing in pain
almost as loud as had
I been hurt, terribly,
maybe even
cut
I know it’s weird,
but the feel of the razor,
the bite of its tongue
the whisper it gives
I hate to admit it
it’s something I've come to love
---
inspired by the song Cut by Plumb xD
