Hidden Art

Blood stains your pages,

just as ink stains mine.

Your canvas is your body,

as mine is this book.

Your pen is this razor,

leaving each stroke with a drop of blood.

Your masterpieces are on your wrists and thighs,

but you keep them hidden away from the world.

Covered by your sleeves and pants,

the world must never know of your abilities.

I would kiss them if you would let me,

show you how amazing you really are.

I would show you the beauty that is you,

if only you could see what I could see.