Thanks, Jesse

A promise held
A promise kept
Even though wet tears
continue to be wept

Crimson blood
I never spilt
I felt so afraid
and so racked with guilt

I will admit
I did try
and I feel so bad
But I won't lie

That promise to him
that i gave
from the razor
me it did save

I wonder if he'll ever know
how much of me didn't die
all because he kept pressing
kept asking why

*to Jesse, Contemplating Spontiniety*