Rust

Rust

I thought
that I could soften 

your hard edges,

but I realized too 

late that to dull 

the knife you are,

I would have to 

bleed myself out

all over the

iron cage of 

your heart,

in the wavering

hope that my love

may one day 

be enough to rust 

over your 

sharpness and free

your soul in 

all its softness.