It was just once.
The smoldering hot metal pressed to my arm’s blank canvas.
It was just once,
but **** it felt good.

It was just once.
The same piece of metal
causing my sensitive skin to blister.

Never again, though.

It was just once.
That I dragged the blunt blade across my leg
making barely a mark.

It was just once.

but really…

Just once is all it takes.

I am strong.
Independent
Empowered, some might say.

I can do anything
anything I want to
anything I need to.

Until it comes to you.

Then,
I am weak.
Dependent
Needing to be with you every moment

I can do anything
anything you want to
anything you need to.

I am my own person.
Until it comes to you.