Paper cut.

A Poem by Jordy

third.

Your finger tips across my skin. Chills running up and down my spine. I shiver, Like a big gust of wind just went by, but its just your cold skin. Dont stop. please don't it feels nice, its a good kind of shiver, keep it comming. Another shiver, pleasure runs through me, it's not bugging me really. Your fingers run up and down my back bone once more. And my body falls asleep, to fine it almost feels like 3 million needles, all over. I can't feel it thought I'mm still. But here it comes another shiver. This time it stings, another shiver. Deja View. What is it? another shiver. A Paper Cut, a cat scratch... A cut. Stop shivering. Another shiver. It feels as if the cut gets deeper every time. Your hand removed from my back, you felt somthing wrong. Eyes closed are now open, curious and aware. Your expression; unreadable. Your eyes are shifting from place to place, what are you looking at.. What are you looking for? Still watching you, your eyebrows pull together, your livid. Eyes on one thing now. My wrist, he see's the scars.. He kisses each and every one of them, I pull away. Run, and run fast, run home. A voice in my head speaking to me, don't be afraid to let it out, go on do it. And the magic begins. Water streaming down my face, I'm balling. I find a vacant meadow, I decide to take a seat. I pull my knees to my face and burry it between them. I lay back into the great green shade of the grass. And watch the clouds before I knew it it was night, I don't know what to do. go home? no. Stay here? Can't. then go home. I'm on my feet and running no longer crying but furious. Call him? No. Then what? I don't know. what to doo what to do.