Razor Cut

The feeling is old, the memory new

This is my life with, but without you.

Why do you paint your visage over everything I see

And kindle haggard poetry?

Why do you tease that melody hackneyed

When you strum those tunes long since frayed?

Why do you bleed like a razor cut

That inglorious scarlet flow

Seamless love it seems to spout

But forever you’ll never know.

 

From dawn to dusk now your thoughts squirm bleakly

Each day to diminish you, I try so meekly.

Why do you reek of such pertinence

All through your scathing sheaves of ignorance?

Why do you tingle like love when you’re but a broken wish?

These foolish rhymes, why do you blandish?

Why do you bleed like a razor cut

That inglorious scarlet flow

Seamless love it seems to spout

But forever you’ll never know.

 

Someday I will wipe the blood,

The wound will somehow be sown,

But underneath that pallid thin line,

Is a heart you’ll never know you owned.

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