Romeo and Gillette

TW: Self-harm, mental illness

My darling, let me hold you close,

close enough to cut through clothes.

My dear, won’t you graze my thighs,

send stinging tears to my eyes?

My love, how you make my heart

race when my flesh is a canvas for your art.

Paint me, stain me, rip me apart.

Hurry, before you must depart.

Make me sharply inhale the cold night air

as I conceal this star-crossed love affair.

For if I were to share

my love, they would surely glare,

and from my hands they would surely tear

you. They don’t understand- how unfair!

So, for now, I’ll meet you at night,

underneath the bathroom light.

I'll make sure to grip you tight

when bliss releases at your bite.

[Last Edited: 12th Feb 2022]

Author's Note

Feedback is very much appreciated, as I'm a teen poet looking to improve!