how my body is scarred from your fingertips
tiny little burn marks retracing your steps
from every word that falls from your lips
I just can't put out the flames
no way to stop the damage
every bit and piece I had safely tucked away
the moment you put your hands on me
and I scream
until my lungs collapse beneath my ribs
such a bittersweet ecstasy I can't refuse
raw and real and mean
every touch ripping open another scar,
scorching; your blood with mine
no matter how far you walk away.
[[You make me sick.]]"