His arms are the cage that protects me from myself.
His love is the delicious poison I need to drink.
The blades were pencils and my skin was the paper. 
The scars cover my body, as a constant reminder of what I've done and who I've become. 
My walls are coming down and I'm starting to trust him.
He knows my secrets and my desires. 
And when he leaves, I'll be gone in a second.