you wanted to cut yourself
so instead i drew straight lines
of kisses along your skin
and showered you in so many ways that
by the time i was done, you
had forgotten the painyou wanted to cut yourself
so i took out all my felt tip pens
and drew a great big admirable butterfly
onto your wrist and told you
that if you hurt yourself
you'd kill the butterfly tooyou wanted to cut yourself
so i drew my name is great big
capital letter with a sharpie on
each of your arms and said
that if you cut yourself
you'd be cutting my heart tooyou wanted to cut yourself
so i drew you in close to me in
such a tight embrace that your
dreadful mind couldn't think
about anything else than the feel
of my arms around youyou wanted to cut yourself
and time after time i didn't let you
so don't you dare say i
wasn't your friend.
don't you dare say i
didn't care.
don't you dare say i
wasn't there.
YOU ARE READING
forget.
PoetryThere is mention of depression, suicide and self harm in certain chapters in this book; if that bothers you in any way, please don't read. if you choose to, however, be warned. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~