I know every line and mark on your skin.
I know where they end and begin.
I know the marks that weren't there when you left the house today.
And I know it came from him.

God, I know everything about you because I memorized it.
I know each and every one of your mannerism.
The way you smile. The glow in your eyes.
The way you walk and talk. The way you handle the glasses when you drink.
I know every ******* thing about you because I memorized each and every one of them.
But you don't know that I'm hurting.
Because I never told you anything.
And it's killing me slowly inside.
Perhaps, this is just how I will die.