Amy Carr - Ink

How come your words are like
ink
on my skin?
i'm tattooed,
you're sinking in.
How come doubt is like
a freckle on my face?
i can't scrub it off i can't erase it.
i'm asking you what i gotta do to
make you want to want me too.
How come you push when all I
want is pull? Push me away when
you've had your fill. How come my
dreams are plagued with your touch?
I just can't get enough.