I'm torn apart.
Your razorblade kisses
Shredding every last hope that i have hidden away in my heart
What point is there in holding on now?
Why justify myself to faceless enemies that shouldnt exist?
I am a razorblade romantic
Waiting for the next cut
The next piercing blow
The next anything that makes me feel again.
Heather Devlin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/razorblade-romantic/
