with each swipe of the blade,
I erase my perfectly disguised disorder
with tenderness and ease
from the pages of heartbreak and sorrow

it was a pleasure to burn
in the fire of you
love,
like my sanity,
is so fickle.
the melody of angry shouts
and disinterested sighs floods me

I hate you
and me
but the scent of skank on you
still angers me..
so this looks a lot like love

nothing good is for me
not even you.