two small marks

Two small scares,
Each with its own story
I tell myself not to worry
But it’s not as easy as it sounds.
Two quick lines that’s all I need
Collapsing to my knees
Staring up above
Wondering why you would do this to me

It’s not hard to see
That what you do to me is killing me inside
The feeling the razor causes is so divine.
Each line so fine
One deeper then the next,

Every word that was said
Every scowl you gave me
Two small marks
Where you’ve been
Crying hours over you