I don't care if you see my scars
your voice was what drove my hand to the knife
your thoughts were what led the blade

I don't care if you touch my wounds
the pain your fingers inflict can't
quite numb the pain you
create with your words

I don't care if you see the blood, actually
I would like you to
the blood makes it real
The scars, the wounds, I've got brandings to
prove my affection for you
each drop of blood for a loving thought

yet you look the other way, not able to
conceive it