The moment you stared at me
it scared the living hell out of me
because you were slowly memorizing
the chipped nails on my fingers
the creases on my forehead
the crevices on my lips
the blemishes on my skin
the scars on my wrists
the curves of my waist
the bruises on my knuckles
and the dull gloss on my eyes
and with the way you looked at me
I'm sure you were slowly etching
every bit of me into your mind
making me into just a memory
that soon will be tucked away
even though that's the last place
where I would want to stay