You are the blood,
On the old button-down,
Once again resting on my shoulders.

The stain on my lips,
After one day too many.

My skin crawls late at night,
Itching to be scratched,
You clawing me open from the inside.

The electric seaping of pain,
Up my neck,
Along my spine,
Under my shoulder blades;
You are the headache that just wont go away.

I am seared,
A reminder of you printed into me,
Tainting me.
And all I can wonder is
"what does love feel like?"