Fleshprint

You said touch but don’t you look
Read me like an open book
Cut my fingers on your barbed tongue
The King of martyr’s unsung
You left me I took the bait
Rushed to find you couldn’t wait
Your tainted lips were my only hope
But with betrayal couldn’t cope
Even now I still want you
Though all you want to do is spew
So sad beneath this vast and open sky
No longer sure nor undefiled