Blade

I hold you softly in my hand,
And think of what is to come.
Across my skin you draw
Your beauty in my blood.
You bite into the flesh ever deeper,
You make it seem ok to hate.

They see what you have done to me
And they try to make it stop.
They try to mend this broken soul
That they themselves had wrecked.

But only you, my blade, could stop
Them from killing me
Because if I hold only you,
No other could cause me pain.