Sharp, piercing,
Marking the skin with deep, unforgiving strokes.
Filling in the crevices thickly,
Done with closed eyes.
A brand of our own, mutuality was unacknowledged.
I figured I knew what I was doing...
Distantly I attack your heart.
Silence calls the attention
I couldn't care to desire.
The grime under my nails reminds me...
So did the attachment ever truly leave?
