x
marks the spot,
on my hand,
where i take yours gently,
just on command.

x
marks the spot,
on my lips,
where i taste you,
and your lackluster kiss.

x
marks the spot,
on my heart,
where i keep all the things,
that could tear me apart.

x
marks the spot,
on my soul,
where i keep all the secrets,
that have never been told.

x
marks the spot,
on my arm,
where i keep all the anger,
in the form of a scar.

x
marks the spot,
on my eyes,
where i keep all the bad things,
the terrible lies.

x
marks the spot,
where i sit and jot
down every thought,
hoping i don't get caught,
believe it or not,
and that no one ever finds,
the x,
that marks all these spots.