i carved my name with your knife into the side of your bed. "sarah was here," says the scratched-out wood.
you have carved your name onto my heart, my darling. "i was here," it reads. "this is my property."
you don't own my whole heart. not yet. (not ever - i won't let you) but your initials are carved into it, and you made me bleed a little bit but it was a good kind of hurt, you know, letting you in.
let me carve my name onto your heart and not just your bed. remember me, don't forget.
