You cut me deep.
Then you poured in salt
And ground in lemons.
I felt weak. I was weak;
Because of you.
You rubbed your acidic fingers
Into my sours
You pulled at my flesh...
And the blood that beat
About my heart.
Now you come back
As the scars are
Barely visible
Yet you pull at
The stitches
The skin
The strings you
Once knew
You start to nestle
Deep, on the surface,
As of yet
But still you try
You rummage with
Such ease
To find the things
That will;
Let me
Let you
In. Again.
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