Breath hitched
neck kissed
mind switched
off

Body cold
legs fold
this feels
wrong

Clothes torn
mouths yawn
day dawns
you warn

Don't tell anyone

And  I feel small

I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.

I was always waiting to catch you if you fall,
He said
**** right!
I have fallen life times across life times
Too deep to arise from the fall
Where are you?,
I ask
I am waiting.