there's a cut on your lip
a bruise on your arm
little pink scratches
a scrape on your elbow

a cut from a kiss that got too rough
a bruise from a bite in my bedroom
scratches from my nails when I hugged too tightly
a scrape from when I pulled you back to me

True criminal, I sold my soul and stole it back.

Our romance, when it starts again, ends like an incomplete _

I miss you,
I miss the way that "I love you"
Slipped sleepily from your lips.

I have so much to say, however, you won't listen.