I’ve always been a fan of dark poetry so this is pretty normal for me. I was given the word ‘wild’ to write a song/poem and for some ridiculous reason, it morphed into this.

Hit me then I’ll hit you back

The bruises on my face is yours

The scratches on your neck are mine

The knife on the floor is yours

But the red on it is mine.

 

I’ve got you all over my body

Your scars they mark me as yours

And they’re a proof of our love.

 

You’ve got me all over your body

My hits they mark you as mine

And they’re a proof of our love.

 

Love me like a broken love song

Break me up but keep me close

You look so much better covered in red

I love you when you’re in tears

You love me when I’m in pain.

 

I’ve got you all over my body

Your scars they mark me as yours

And they’re a proof of our love.

 

You’ve got me all over your body

My hits they mark you as mine

And they’re a proof of our love.

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