Cursive
I’ll take the razor from your hand
Give you a marker instead
Then you can write on your arm
Bleed a new kind of red
A way to show pain
That your wrists will forgive
Whisper your secrets
In inky cursive
I can’t promise you that
I can change the past
As for self-imposed scars
Last time was the last
You say I don’t get it
And maybe I don’t
But watch you run dry?
You know that I won’t
If you need the blood
I’ll bleed for you
Redirect the hurt
I’ll take that too
Scattered white scars
Reminiscent of glory
Curl in with fresh letters
Telling your story
Give you a marker instead
Then you can write on your arm
Bleed a new kind of red
A way to show pain
That your wrists will forgive
Whisper your secrets
In inky cursive
I can’t promise you that
I can change the past
As for self-imposed scars
Last time was the last
You say I don’t get it
And maybe I don’t
But watch you run dry?
You know that I won’t
If you need the blood
I’ll bleed for you
Redirect the hurt
I’ll take that too
Scattered white scars
Reminiscent of glory
Curl in with fresh letters
Telling your story