I wish I had
Reached over
And touched your skin
Felt those little scars
Of cuts you made
Locked in a room
Blood such a stark contrast
To your white skin
I think you wanted me to
But I was scared
Scared of what you were capable of
And I thought that
If I reached over and felt your skin
Touched your scars
Realised how beautiful they were
Nothing would stop me when
Months later
I too, would find myself
Locked in a room
Looking for release
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