Little cuts, aches of blood
Cover my hands
with distasful trust
dip in it cold cold water
Scream when they catch fire
It\'s nothing new
But not what I\'m used to
Self punishment grins
Loathing begins
I can\'t touch if it hurts too much
Picking your petals
Rubbing the silk
You\'re not mine
So I\'m not complied
Scar the stems
I prick myself
Each sharp knife
Sticking out your stalk
Is a boundary I\'m let to cross
When I dream I think of our love
Caressing your petals
Digging up your roots
Now I must cut my hands off
To never touch another flower again
I can\'t hurt you if I can\'t breathe
Clog my lungs with pollen seeds
Sweet sweet release
Take me from the chains I scratch
And rip my soul into paper cuts
Amen