I bare my skin to you.
********** to the love we once knew.
I see the knife you hold behind your back,
It's all a part of a mystery you seem to lack.
You marvel over the scars you've left
& I await the next cut hoping to find some relief,
But leave depressed.
Nothing comes but dawn
& when the day is done,
You are what makes me feel.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
I bare my skin to you.
********** to the love we once knew.
I see the knife you hold behind your back,
It's all a part of a mystery you seem to lack.
You marvel over the scars you've left
& I await the next cut hoping to find some relief,
But leave depressed.
Nothing comes but dawn
& when the day is done,
You are what makes me feel.
