Splinters in my mind
andIcan'tthinkthinkthink
Skin on skin on cotton sheets, so wet with heat.
so cold with night.
Not the one, but the two
You are the two.
No. The zillith.
The zillith cut, the zillith scar
and zillith hurt.
And maybe one day, the zillith forgotten.
Forgotten, just like the one.

When you've reached the 3984259 scar... you've stopped counting.
But time is sparse and
half the cuts are mine, to forget about the ones which are yours.

Scars riddle the soul until there are scars on scars

Half yours. Half mine.
I love you