Before you go any further, this is not a graphic poem. However it is a graphic subject and I feel obliged to give a warning to those easily triggered by matters of self harm. Of course I want to share my writing with as many people as possible but not at the expense of people’s mental health.
A Message From My Blade
Why didn’t you come and visit again?
This is the 12th day in the row
You can’t just leave me sitting on the shelf
You can’t just come and go
I thought that we were friends?
I’ve always been there for you
Whenever the world comes closing in
What is it that you do?
You come running straight to me
Your grip is firm, it’s sure!
So why now is your loyalty
Not as strong as it was before?
You said that you needed me
Is that no longer the case?
Have you moved on from what we had?
Have I been replaced?
I’m sorry if I hurt you
But you said you liked the pain
You said the second I pierced your skin
You came alive again
What about the nightmares?
How do you handle them now?
Or the emptiness that follows you
As soon as the sun goes down
You can’t tell me you don’t miss it
The sting, the heat, the mess
The art we made
Man and blade
Signed in crimson red
I know I made you feel good
People can say its wrong
But you can’t deny when we’re together
I make you feel strong
I know I’ll see you again
Because you’ve done this before
You walk away; you say we’re through
But soon you’re back for more
So I’ll just lay here waiting
Because you’ve can’t throw me away
You’ll keep me safe and out of sight
And your reason? …“just in case”