I've been looking at the bite marks.
And it scares me that its still there.
And I've kissed sunlight much longer than I have you.
And I've drank whatever liquor is near to forget you.
And the saddest songs have been playing on my record player.
My body aches. My throat hurts cus of the smoke. It reminds me of you. And me. You and me.
But it's still there.
My brown skin turns browner everyday with each day spent in this hot heat. My brown skins turns browner with each city I run away to.
And its still not gone.
You're with me everywhere. Its disgusting. Its hopeless.

HURT ME. HURT ME. HURT ME.
BITE ME. And you did. And I screamed and laughed because I made you hurt me. So that when you finished hurting me altogether it wouldn't feel so bad because I let you.

Don't come back. Don't come back. Please. Come back.
I've never felt happiness so give me what I know. HURT ME.