razorblade

 
tiny little truths came out like razor blades
they cut to the quick
I can't reconcile it, why it hurt so much
maybe because it was from your lips

sarcastic and cruel

I didn't expect it
so they hit with precision

I want honesty none the less
in whispers and cries
in guttural groanings and heavy exhales
passionate, the truth is a turn on
otherwise it's just cold

my mind is gentle
I can be a bitch if that's what you prefer
I reserve such for society

the sharpest tools are for eviscerating the enemy
I wonder if love is synonymous for threat in your language