You lay there on the black plastic

You have lost all your appeal

I don’t think I love you anymore

And her scathing comments

About those you make

Won’t hurt me, because

I severed myself from you

And I realize now

How stupid I was

To love you, to use you

Just a silly child, fascinated

By what you gave me

But what did you give?

Anger, insecurity, lies, scars

None of that is good

None of that is what I want

I wrote so many poems about you

Some beautiful, some horrible,

All painful, but this is the last one

I’m throwing you away

You glisten against the black plastic

A perfect hiding place, concealed from

Accusing eyes, and I smile

Because you, my once precious razor blades

You don’t control me anymore.