The blade like poet's pen to paper
carve tales of your love into my skin
the sting turns to pain as
your words penetrate me
you mark your territory
i am silenced in your presence
my skin begins to weep
tears of blood as it is forced
to recount our days together
every pulse, crimson waves
stain my sheets
My body's canvas tells the tales
of your love's artistry
it reveals to the world
what has been locked in my heart
the blood congeals and with time
my wounds begin to heal
the scars that mark my skin
remain a constant reminder
of the moments we shared
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