Unwinding

My beloved friend,

how could I dress your wounds

when I hadn't healed my own?

This is how hurt people hurt people…

We come so close our wounds get wound up,

rubbing together and before we know it,

we’ve formed a blood pact.

I did not dress your wounds,

but wore them as a dress,

and made us a mess.

But what if we clean our cuts,

transcend the trauma of lust,

cauterize karma between us?

Maybe then, my beloved friend,

we would never hurt each other again.