This will hurt, just right

As soft as a rose

I’ll pick myself on you

Till blood races down my arms

And stains everything crimson

Your color

My favorite  

This will hurt, just right  

I’ll keep holding you

Till the stinging is a lullaby

And I fall asleep next to you

To dreams of doing all again

Your thorns

My skin  

This will hurt, just right

Author's Note

Inspiration came from the Broadway musical The Spring Awakening where the lines Oh, I'm gonna be wounded
Oh, I'm gonna be your wound
Oh, I'm gonna bruise you
Oh, you're gonna be my bruise are related throughout the play. (BTW I don't own the musical or any of the songs in it)

Reviews

[p]

I've been trying to get into more poetry lately because I usually despise the stuff, and I guess you could say that this poem. *Sunglasses* Hurt just right.

(I thought it was really good.)

[Logan]

Ha ha thank you so much! I know poetry can seem daunting at times (to write and read), but I think that the more you expose yourself to it the more fun it is to read. (http://memesvault.com/wp-content/uploads/Deal-With-It-Dog-Gif-01.jpg) This link is to a dog with sunglasses not a virus.

[A.M]

I loved every second of please check some of my work out. Your a great writer.