You think I’m lovely
You joke and flirt with me.
You delude yourself into believing you like me
Deceiving your brain
You tell yourself you know me.
But you don’t.
You think about the curve of my lips
How beautiful it is.
But you don’t like my favorite smiles
The ones that liter my skin,
To you they look like frowns
Angry and red
Engraved into my flesh.
You think that it’s rather silly of me
To drag shiny silver slivers
Of metal over my skin.
Drawing
Blood and pictures.
It’s almost an art form
The way I’ve perfected the way
To best make my skin split
It renders me unlovable to you
And that’s just fine
Because blades are better than boys,
Always were.
