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Me Without You
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Self Harm you spoke to my troubled heart when I needed to feel you in my soul
you comforted me when I was alone in the dark
so many times I'd vowed to forsake you
but in reality you are a part of me still
I woke up calling your name
craving your bitter-sweet pain to set me free
we spoke in a language no one could hear
and your familiar touch gave me beautiful release
I found myself helplessly drawn to you
like a moth to a flickering flame you intoxicated me
you stole my fears and pain and you left me your
indelible mark to remember you by when you departed
I may be who I am because of you but do I regret knowing you?
I'm not sure, it has always confused me
I have been truthful, yet ashamed of our relationship
and I have never tried to hide you, but I'd rather you not be seen
so I guess what I'm saying is I don't need you anymore
I can make it on my own
so if I find myself craving your razorblade kisses
I will look within myself for the answers I seek
because my old friend, I am still ME without you
that's true...you are very insightful although it was also quite painfully obvious...i'm trying to "quit"
i was so taken by the subject that i didn't leave a critique. for anyone who does know, they can see the beauty of this poem, for how deep it is. the symbolism is a great means of secrecy and mystery, enticing. i read twice. the first time was just being captivated by your words, the second, to find meaning. i was touched.
MR
i'm taking a somewhat educated guess in saying you self- mutilated. i say this because halfway through, this poem reminded me of an addict. and mutilators are just that; always craving the next fix. i know, though i never found the words, only the blades.
MR