That I would be fine
There’s no need to apologize,
I am not even sorrowful.
My desire is to have done more,
made it bleed out, deeper
had it left scarlet paths;
paths of sin and
lonely, moonlit times,
I would be fine.
By the dead of night,
I dream you kiss me,
where the iron has sliced,
where my hopes and dreams
have fade.
Had you, I would be fine.
I have reached the bottom
and my wings are broken
I can’t fly away – no,
I’m chained to this insanity.
Had I not cut my skin,
had it not been perfect,
had it not been for you,
I would be just fine.
