You can’t possess my wounds
They have several layers
You have to get in to heal the core

Like the seed you have to sprout
Tearing me is the only way to sew me

You know something ? You can’t tear
What is already torn
So lets forget this darn and waste of yarn

Give me your wounds, let’s mix and match
For each of my wounds you take,
I take two of your’s

I lick your wounds
You swallow my tears
Lets write a joint poem in the night sky …….