Your fingernails.
They tear at my hands and arms
as once again I scrape at your insides.
but I never meant to cause you harm.
and your eyes.
They watch me with the calloused eyes of prey
as if I'm the predator crouched down in the meadow.
and I cant help but look away.
and your lips.
They speak to me as cautiously as a surgeon with a scalpel,
As I dice and chop you to pieces with mine,
I hate that I sound so scornful.
and your heart,
Keeps beating through the pieces I'm grating it to,
and I dont mean to really,
Not intentionally.
