Progression

Open veins, I drop my faith,
An instant. An instant alone.
Memories sharpen, consciousness fades.
Bleeding now, dry to the bone.

My first love ended, February the fifth
Of the year two thousand and six.
Devastation to the highest degree.
Again, I turned to my fix.

Another new scar in another new spot.
Pain exceeds all from before.
But it's not from the blade, but emotional ties.
This wasn't what I had planned for.

Time goes on and wounds do heal.
I let go and scars form.
I gain a self, not a puppet now.
An ice cold heart slowly warms.

I meet someone new, someone who caught my eye.
Something finally stirs in my heart.
Beauty, both physical and from within.
I don't even know where to start.

Joy, something unfelt for a long time now
Erodes this new time of my life.
I can't help but think that it's way too damn good,
But I haven't touched my knife.

Suddenly I see, there's something not right.
You're quiet, and that's not like you.
But I don't want to ask, just in case it's me.
My past bring paranoia too.

Please, tell me what's wrong. Please, let me in.
I want to help you through.
I know I'm not perfect, I'm not what I seem.
But I'll do what I can. I love you.