I Crave it

I thought I stopped. I thought I could live without it.
I guess I wasn’t strong enough. I couldn’t win.
It just looked so lonely. Alone. No one to hold it.
They don’t understand why. Why I want it. Why I need it.
I don’t feel pain. Not pain.
I feel in control. Powerful. Strong. Free.
I can’t help myself. It just over comes my body.
It stayed hidden for so long.
I forgot how its burn. Its shine. Its art.
It does so beautifully.
Better than I could do without it.
Take my hand? Just take it.
I’m shaking. I’m not ready to let go.
Not ready to live life without my razor.
I love it. I carve it. Its all mine.