Razor Sharp Dreams
It’s easier to slash and cut away the pain.
Easier, yet selfish, to slice the thought of—
It makes life easier.
It’s easier to think,
While looking at the red spotted sink,
That you left me behind.
Slash, the day I realized I loved you.
One drop hits the sink, the pain eases away…
Slash, the day I made you mad with the stupid words I said.
Two drops on the sink, maybe I’ll be able to smile again…
Slash, the day I realized I wouldn’t see you for five days.
Another drop joins the other two, and I swear my soul feels lighter…
Slash, the night of the fight and I half way lost you.
Three more drops go down, making six, because that night was too terrible to remember.
I collapse to the floor, and the razor clatters next to me.
I start slashing again.
Slash, you, sharing your love with someone else…
My hand “slips” and I make a long, angry line down my arm.
The pain is gone.
At least for now.
Until the razor sharp dreams are my own again.