Disconnected

I asked you to paint a picture
Using just your lips
And my body
Was the canvas.

I asked you to hold me close
And never let me go

I asked you if you loved me.
No.

A knife,
A few drops of blood.

You left me branded,
Marked,
With scars crisscrossing
Up and down my arms
Staining my once pure skin.

I never asked for this.
I never asked for you.
I called for you.

But that call was
Disconnected.