I swear to God you're my drug.
Every thought of you
courses through my head.
Every letter of every word
you've ever said to me
carved into my wrists.
The way you scratch my skin
is my fix for today.
Addiction isn't a strong enough word
to describe the overwhelming need
I have for the taste of your blade.
If I were to lose you
I'd perish,
I'd cripple.
I'd become frail
without your metal tip
tracing my arms and
counting my scars.
Without your utter perfection,
your utter destruction,
I'd fade away.
I swear to God you're my drug.
