bunnysaurus

Have I ever told you that it's good for my soul When those gray eyes of yours sparkle in my direction The corner of your mouth curves upwards as though caught on a hook Your expression one part bewildered, two parts wary As you extend one cautious hand and with an inner strength pull me in from the cold Leaving my lack of faith outside to die in a frozen waste Hanging my cynicism up to dry like a damp shirt that's been making my skin itch for so long Taking the weight of my guilt upon your own shoulders as though my cross causes you no pain Shielding me from the one who's caused me so much anguish and loss Effortlessly filling that w

It feels as though I've been caught in barbed wire all night Though in the mirror my skin is still creamy and fair I can see the damage that lurks beneath the surface Invisible ropes twisting and coiling around my heart until I can't breathe The bathroom's spotlessly white to the naked eye; Bottles and razors lined up along the wall with care In a few hours those tiles will be spattered with droplets of crimson blood A never-ending tide that flows inwards always, never ceasing I've locked the door but I can hear him outside, casual as you please Whilst I hunch in the corner with the spiders and pull at my hair I wonder if I should m