About Time

Carving marks,
into your arm,
blood weeps from
your skin,

Showing her,
you’re her world,
without her,
you are sin.

Vandalising,
napes with pretend fakes,
like I’m stupid –
You’re foolish.

Tattoo your heart in,
Arabic, on your clean
flesh skin.
Scarred for life,

in octopus ink.

Proofing your love,
blinding her mind,
because actions,
speak louder than lines.