.Cut.

I remember writing those words
And making that one a little smaller.
Less legible
Because you tried to hide it too.

I tell different people different bits of
Our broken relationship
Broken like our skin
And the vessels underneath

Soon I feel the cool metal too
Not really, not willingly
You've inflicted pain on the both of us
Shiny, luminous, crimson pain.





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