Looks like a butter knife's an upgrade
better than rubber bands and safety pins.
It's almost like I'd do anything to scratch the outside
to release what's with in.
Looks like I'm back to razors,
looks like I'm back to this.
Looks like I'm still addicted
to opening these slits.
Looks like you're ignoring me.
What if I told you for you I'd quit?
Looks like you don't want anything from me.
Looks like I'm back to this.
Since you left a comment for me, I thought I'd do the same. I've read a few of your poems, and you have talent, if I do say so myself. I liked this poem a lot. Nice job. =)