midnights

a r t w o r k

Did you like it?

Did you like planting your poisoned kisses along my neck?

Did you like carving your initials with razors into my flesh?

Did you like the hiss of your cigarette against my thigh?

Did you like kissing the still-warm burn in the quiet of my bathroom?

Did you like the violet of your hands on my waist?

Did you like painting me into a patchwork art piece of pain?

Your masterpiece,

You called me,

As you bashed your mouth against mine in a painful 'kiss'.

Maybe you loved me,

In your own twisted way.

But then again,

Maybe you didn't.