I miss the coldness of the metal
that I pierced into me
oh-so sinfully.
and the warmth
of the crimson liquid
that flowed down
my wrist.
I miss your soothing words,
medicine for my aching soul.
I miss feeling loved,
and dreaming about our future—
together.
I miss many things.
But, most of all,
I miss who I used to be.
(DS)