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.
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.