Picking at the Scabs
Warning: The period of communicability lasts only as long as the delicate skin stays unbroken...if your blisters start to appear beware for it isn't long before they burst and become ugly open sores that will proceed to shut off and out to crust...and...
Look
maybe
I don’t
know
don’t
know
you
completely
or
more
than
what
I saw
deep
in the
catalyst
of how
how
deeply
you
touched
touch
me
I want
want
your
body
your
soul
give
it
to me
you
do
realize
who
I am
who
I’d
be
only
two
letters
keeping
us
between
touching
our
three
fully
hearts
are
amazing
things
so
capable
yet
so
fragile
I open
myself
to you
layer
by
layer
or hell
I’m
competitive
give
my truth
in riddles
in winning
my wants
as
competition
I honestly
just go
from
this place
inside
and
just
well
we will
see
again
always
means
something
to me
first
night
in
your
bed
in
your
head
stars
for
your
walls
for
your
squalls
force
motions
upward
then
downward
cooling
in
your
wake
accept
it or
acknowledge
my
importance
as
I have
you
in
mine
time
is
just
that
time
I feel
you
all
I try
to
move
away
move
on
I can’t
or
maybe
I won’t
trapped
or
stubborn
inside
either
way
makes
no
difference
I’m here
I’m there
inside
shaking
your
heart
waking
your
heart
feel
the
tingle
that’s
me
shaking
you
like
a tree
roots
you
are
planted
I’m
on
my
way
maybe
not
today
but
soon
don’t
forget
see
my
layers
I have
them
too
they
aren’t
what
just
anyone
gets
to see
I’m
picky
I’m
choosey
maybe
I share
some
in prose
who
knows
more
with
you
but
much
like
you
I have
so
much
more
locked
away
underneath...
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