Carving/Craving

You never truly know
How these wounds make me feel
Criss-cross around my arm
Cuts so deep
You could see the bone

Bet you never truly know
How these wounds, fresh or aged,
make me feel

Would it surprise you

How I savor
The ecstasy, the thrill,

How I revel in this
sharpness of pain?

Does it startle you

How I crave this
Intense agony?

So,

Please don't leave, but
Please don't stay

Please change your mind, but
Please don’t
Don’t love me back...

Don't love me
Don't love me
Don't love me back

Repeat
The Mantra
as I carve

Don't love me
Don't love me
Don't love me back

Don't take away my agony

Leave me...
Leave me with my carving and my craving