Can you see all the dirt beneath the floor board?
I'm writing both our names on a dusty surface....
And moving on, I don't know what toward.
You held me down, but I got up.
All pages blank, save, what you penned in your dark ink....
Big letters and words scrolled on my pale skin....
I never had the choice to swim...only to sink.
I never hated a name, as much as I did
yours....
Such simple letters shouldn't make me cry.
Tears for the one that name belongs to...
Who rules a part of me, that will not die.
