Like Train Tracks trailed across your back
I trace my fingers along the scars
A path of welcomed torture
A Symbol of the embraced tenure
I trace my fingers in circles along the paths as you sleep
And wonder how we went so far so fast
So long a distance from a place of simplistic repartee
Of first kisses and school dances
I can't stop staring at the picture on your desk
In the frame you replaced of me with him
My eyes linger on his that are not on you
A blank stare into space in a photo devoid of reverence
I let the tears from my eyes slide slowly from my cheeks to your back
Hoping somehow the salty tears can heal the pain
Close the cuts
Erase the scars
but in my tear stained entanglement
I know my efforts are in a hopeless waste
You are his now as he has marked upon your skin
And I can never save you
You want him
And he reciprocates by possession and symbols
The Symbols he leaves across your skin
The marks and cuts he makes and can never take back
Train tracks cut across your back
And I cry
I cry and I try in a wasted attempt to wash them away
And take them all back
Take back the horrid train tracks marked in loathing across your back
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