About Time

Carving marks,
into your arm,
blood weeps from
your skin,

Showing her,
you’re her world,
without her,
you are sin.

Vandalising,
napes with pretend fakes,
like I’m stupid –
You’re foolish.

Tattoo your heart in,
Arabic, on your clean
flesh skin.
Scarred for life,

in octopus ink.

Proofing your love,
blinding her mind,
because actions,
speak louder than lines.

ink is free, so...

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