Her and I

Can you hold my hand in yours?

Make flowers bloom in my heart,

Prickly roses and soft petals;

Love has never felt more painful.

I watch you smile at her,

As your face lights up at her words.
But it is I,
Who holds you when you cry.

Would you ever look at me that way?

Eyes following my every move.

It would be exhilarating to be on display
Solely for you.

I am bare, my heart for you to gaze upon,
But only her eyes, you can fathom.

I stab my self everywhere everyday-
Because my blood makes you feel less numb.