Threads of Words

Nailed Skin

I have put my nails to my skin.

I have scratched your name on my arm for all to see.

X is the letter that marks my arms.

How interesting it is for X is the first letter of your name.

Do you want to know how many red swirls are etched on my body.

They cannot be removed unless by force.

It is your pristine friend who has caused you to spurn me.

Tell me the truth.

You are afraid for him to see you with me.

I'm not blind.

I can see the shackles on your heart.

Can you not feel on your own.

I can feel better than you most likely.

I could say that I hate you now, but I don't.

I don't know why, but I will leave now without a cry of blood.