Let me tell you about the first time you said my name
And every time you traced the small of my back to let me know you were there with that distant half smile
I want to dance my fingertips across your veins and memorize the tempo of your pulse
to kiss the scars that decorate your wrists and prove to you they were never worth it
Now your heartbeat is just a distant bass pumping the blood that keeps you alive but not well
My loneliness stings like salt water in fresh wounds
A few too many songs I've stapled to you