Under My Skin

The letters that spell out
‘I love you’
Pitch their tents
In the heart-shaped hole
Of his chest
And sting like a cold shower.
My fingers trace the
Red brown burns on my neck.
I call out to you
As you try to leave.
Scared that in loneliness
My thoughts will become
Blood and skin.
Arched in a corner
I fear he will come to me.
Shake my bony shoulders
And his touch will make
Everything real.