Cut Me With Your Secrets.

Look under my beauty spots and see
The flaws in my photograph
I tried to blur with Photoshop.
Ended up looking like an out of focus mirage.

You grasped my imperfections in
Your Edward Scissor Hands.
Cutting me into ribbons
To tie around the box that held my heart.
Still beating.

I refuse
To lose focus
And turn my back
Long enough for you to place the blame on my shoulders.

I protest innocence
As I am lead to the guillotine
Use the illicit sex as the blade
Cut me with your secrets.