when you leave bite marks on my arms
they turn a little rouge
and i end up trying to convince myself that they say i love you
even when your lips don't
it's quite chilly out and
your teeth marks still trace my skin with little indents
and little bits of her all caught up in your teeth.

goosebumps

it is now December
and my
skin crawls like a shedding snake
it's snowing and the days are really quite short
but i still remember the way your hands felt

even after they were inside of her.

leathery.
callous.

shivers

there's some cocoa by the fire place for us.
and
i put my lights up this year
in hopes that maybe you would come find me and call my arms home
again.  

but you never even looked back