Ink

You dipped your hands in black ink

in order to paint yourself a shade of esoteric

your ivory white wouldn't allow

you find beauty in unique, only 

I find beauty in only you

cant help it

always been infatuated with the ones

who

mutilate their finger knuckles for the sake of a pretty picture

you artists got it bad 

and 

it's got me good

I'm wrapped all the way around your rib cage 

and I can feel you move even when you're 

physically 

so

      fucking 

                   far

                          away.