A Love Letter from the Scalpel to the Skin

Dear Skin,

Someone told me something's terribly wrong beneath you.

That you're covering up something so bad, your secretions are panicking.

I know you're trying to hide it by producing layers from your epithelial factory

but that doesnt change the fact that deep inside, something hurts. And it cannot be healed by band-aids and gentle touch or rubs. It's something way beyond your regenerative capabilities.

Something is wrong. But don't worry

I'm attracted to flawed people. 

I have a compulsion to fix things.

I like you.

But you know what, Skin? I will hurt you.

I will run my blades along your lines and layers and I will easily slice through them.

Deep. Straightfrorward. and Simple.

Because this is how I Love.

Harmful. Hurtful. and Painful

I will hurt you.

You may not understand why but there is a deeper purpose to all of this,

even deeper than all the layers I have to penetrate to slice you off.

I will hurt you because there is something inside you that we have to remove.

To let you live longer.

I know better, believe me. I know.

I will hurt you, but I will be careful. I will have everything cleansed on your surface before we'd come into contact. I will ask the gods to dose you with antibiotics to minimize risks. I will have to close you up the cleanest way I can to prevent any further insult. And I will use a blade only for that encounter of ours, and never will it be used again. I will Love you enough that I will never share that blade with anyone else. It will be used just for the purpose of you and me.

Now you can hate me for everything that I'm about to do. 

I will understand. And I could live with that.

I'm used to disposable relationships.

Because ever since I've been doing this

No one's even bothered to say Thank You

Well, why would they?

They say I'm a masochist.

And so, I'd do it anyway.