Cut Me

Before it began...

 

Don’t you know how you cut me up inside?

With each passing glance you increase my pain

But that pain is longing

So, please, do it again.

 

Don’t you know how you rend my heart?

Each smile timed so perfectly

You make torture an art.

 

Don’t you know what you’re doing to me?

When you hold me so briefly

That I know we’re just friends.

 

Each simple look, each warm smile

Like whirling daggers making ribbons of emotion

With each sweet embrace

The wheel of longing is in motion

 

For so long, it seems, my mind’s been in confusion

Distracting itself with wonderful illusions

Do you feel the same way?

I can’t be sure

But for now, my mind screams,

“Please! Cut me more!”