Criss-Cross

Criss-cross, criss-cross
those angry red streaks
on your right arm that day
when you almost hid that blade away

it made me wonder...

Are those the tears, you couldn't shed?

Criss-cross

The hurt, you couldn't tell?

Criss-cross

The love, you never felt?

Criss-cross


the hot raw pain that gushed out
in that quick flash of red
you could almost touch
making it completely yours,
only to be lost
and then,
just numb...criss-cross.

Will the blade strike again,
and this time,
will the pain go away?