you use
daggers of silence
quartz edged blades
that form crystal bridges when they cut
with the sugar in my blood
as the cement that holds them in
you do this
not to inflict pain
but to fight off pleasure you may deserve
and what nerve i have left
feels a sting at times
the sharpest winter wind doesn't compare
to a world without your care
so
i will endure these cuts
from your daggers
i am a warrior
used to suffering by the blade
in order to win hearts after all.
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