I can feel the tenderness of her skin through the knife, as if it were an extension of my sense of touch. My body nearly convulses. There's something incredibly faint, deep down, that screams to resist this uncontrollable pleasure. But I can already tell that I'm being pushed over the edge. I can't...I can't stop myself.

Now I see the cracks
All your soft parts and misshapen heart
Your broken wings
that are truly a beauty
Once impossible to decode
Now I see your most vulnerable self
Your sensitive persona
The actual you that you've been hiding under a snake's skin

So fragile that every time I touch you, I feel like I might break you
To lessen the pain you feel, I badly want to hug you tight and may that be enough to put you back in one piece

*I wont leave. I promise.