I hate you. I love you. Scratch that…

Scratch yourself what do you see?
A kaleidoscope of colors that he may not want you to be.
Would you leave your mark or he on his?
I scratched myself to feel something.
Feel the blood as it dripped.
Felt my heart move a beat.
Make it spin.
Make it spit.
Felt the world coming in.
Scratched and halted
Waited for a bit.
He would never like me underneath.
He just wanted to leave his mark on me.

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