When you're hurting, I want to be your comfort.
To hold you and calm you, and tell you that you're beautiful.
I want you to run to me like you ran to the razor.
To the fire.
To the dark.
I want to be your home.
The place your heart longs for when you're miles away.
When you're yards away.
When you're in my arms.
I want to be yours.
Your home; your friend; your keeper; your everything.
I want for when you are in the deepest of places
And your mind refuses to see the love in all around you
And pulls you closer and closer to that blade
I want you run to me.
I want to be your knife.