You stain me
Eyes on my like hands,
Lips smiling.
Are you thinking of kisses?
I hate the was you look at me.
Cursing me.
Crushing me.

You leave fingerprints like bruises
On my shoulders.
Plain for everyone to see,
Only if you look hard enough;
You mark me
But do you love me?

Waiting always seems to make
Time pass slowly.
It’s far worse when
These bruises don’t say for sure that you’ll come.