Thin skinned,
And your words sting.
Your tone stabs,
But your eyes grab,
My attention.
There’s a fire inside
You.
And I want to be burned.
I want to learn,
All your secrets,
Buried,
Deep.
I want to watch you breathe,
Smoke,
As you sleep.
And no,
I will not run from your scars.
They make you,
Who you are.
And though they run deep,
And you chase me,
Away.
I will not stray.
You can try to be rid,
Of this love I give.
You can try to ignore,
Me.
And pretend,
I am gone.
Tell yourself,
I,
In fact have moved on.
But you know,
Deep inside,
When you close your eyes,
I’m there.
I live,
In your memories.
In your dreams.
Because although you wear,
A cold stone face.
And you appear to be standing,
Forever in place.
Be it reality or,
Inside your dreams.
Nothing is…
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