Will you prick my finger and suck the pain away?
I thought I buried you deep within my head but you clawed your way back in.
You are the stigmata on my hands.
You are the scarlet letter dripping wax on my chest.
I can taste my regrets on your lips.
Singing about valentines and frankensteins you curl me around your fingers.
Undo your belt and make me quiver.
I want to be your ache.
I have spent many years repenting but will you answer my prayers?
