You know I still remember all the marks you left me.
The one from my lips from our first kiss, I accident bit you so you bit me back.
The one from a month later, two days after we got together. The one that was on my shoulder because you thought it would be funny.
Would it be funny to you if I still wished I had that bruise?
The one on my other shoulder from that sleepover night we never talk about, we had an inside joke on what sleepover meant because of that night.
The other night you said you had a sleepover with your ex...
Or how about the bruise you left when I kicked you so you kicked me back, I can still pin point where on my calf you left it...
Maybe let's get reminded of the one on my wrist when you tugged me away to tell me you didn't love me anymore.
How about the one on my tongue, my mouth still tastes like blood. It was from just yesterday. Every trace of you on my body reminding me of why I didn't kill myself on October 28th and the reason I should've said no on the 20th, you were the reason I should've said no... Because everything you touch fills with blood.
Because I saw the same ex you had a sleepover with mouth dripping with blood.
And all I can warn her about is your mark.
And how she is gonna wish you never left any.