It's jus the feel of the way it's pushed in to the tenderness of the back... Openin a slit so they can take what it is they want to keep them intact... Stealin pieces of the design that holds that feelin of... Seems they all wanna cut u off with the incision that gives away so much more than luv.... Reachin in n moving shit around like it ain't shit to fuck someone up... As I thought it was the simplicity of they way they wanted to touch... Fresh scars of foed friends forgot who's who when punctured skin seen the reality of truths... As broken promises bleed from the inside out into a drip lost to the deserted desert of confusion callin truce... It's that twist once they sink the blade in that tells no tales... Jus true intent as another luv'r has failed...