Branded

Where am I
supposed to
go now?

In what world
do you
get to leave?

Your face is
carved in the
back of my eyelids.

Your kisses
burned into
my skin

Your name
engraved
on my
heart

Stencilled
on
my
bones

The light in these eyes...
...you put it there

These scars...
...the chronicles
of how
I fell
for you

Dust my life for prints
and tell me
whose
you find

You have only to read
the inscription
on my soul,
to see that
I am
yours

No one would come near me now

You marked me baby

I'm branded