Razor Blade (4/31)
That first night
I kissed your scars
Like we were in love
While your boyfriend
Was sweating out the night
Like an addict in withdrawal.
You had this look in your eyes
That said nothing mattered
But right now.
With each sow of your tongue,
You made sure to
Etch that look into my skin.
I wondered how many times
You steadied that look
Against the foil back of mirror.
While your hands were searching
And your nails were busy
Mapping travel routes on my back,
Against the contours of my shoulder,
Your wrists were braille
Asking for more.
Your phone died
Halfway through the night
That’s when he stopped phoning.
His ringtone,
Some old punk song
Jagged on my flesh,
Was our sound track.
You enjoyed it more
While he was calling.
I was your razor blade,
Your flesh was begging for scars.
Right now. Now.
I thought about that look
I glanced at your scars
Nothing mattered.
You figured out, somewhere
You could cut your past
Out of your life.
I can’t kiss your scars again.
Not this razor blade,
People don’t heal that way.
