to my love's never brought back,
to the love's been lead back but fakes aback,
to the love's better break, better crack,
to the love's already culled, back to back ; for it is friendship clack,
to the love's so far never been back (to me),
to the love's i am feeling, it's something taken aback,
to my love for you forever to the moon and back,
to my love that you'll never give back.

My back is barely a canvas
as my blood drips between my shoulder blades
creating a destructive masterpiece
from allowing the cuts to be visually stimulating
rather than attempting to treat them
with the love and respect
that they deserve.