and i’m lonesome when i’m with you. i’m never lonesome when i’m by myself.
close your eyes and feel it.
the deepest secret know one knows.
and know you wonder what’s mine…
the beautifully broken way i like to watch myself bleed.
slicing the flesh, i’m watching from outside of me.
watching layer by layer it gently unfolds
like a lotus, like the soul.
each layer opening and fresh, hot crimson oozes out.
and i wonder what’s it taste like
with one finger i lift it to my mouth
and it tastes sweet but it tastes salty. polar opposites.
sharp like the emotions i feel overflowing my heart
like the warmth of the sun
the love of the one.
a slow beat in my chest. my heart pounds
thud, thud, thud
the endorphins flooding each beat of my heart.
a smile on my face when i realize the same blood i can taste upon my lips
is the same blood pumping in every beat of my heart
a pure example of the interconnectedness
in us all
and it makes me want to taste every flower, every mouth. the dirt in the ground
and the little spot above your collar bones.
the essence of you, the essence of me.
our blood and my fascination with it.
and i guess if i looked a this with a “normal” frame of mind i would think she’s crazy.
but i’ve never been normal, not in the least bit.
(never have written much about cutting, it feels nice to explore those parts of me)
I love pierced nipples.
Our Paths In Life Lead Us Apart (by adielabdat)