The slit of a knife,
the cold-tiled floor,
My head jerked towards you as you opened the door,
Eyes open wide,
Your jaw was slack,
How I wished I could make time turn back,
So you wouldn't have to find out this way,
You turned for the door,
but I wanted you to stay.
As if reading my thoughts,
your hand on the knob,
You retreated toward me,
To do your job.
Tenderly, you turned over my wrist,
My heart fluttered,
As you gently kissed,
The crisscrossed scars tattooed on my skin,
Your lips to my pain, our journey begins.
RHYMES!!!! 
