Stained
A Sharpie hanging in the air
Taunting me from your fingertips
Just the knowledge that it’s there
Is enough to put me on edge
You laugh as I slip it from your hand
Knowing I just let you lure me in
Our little game of love and hate
But now we’re at a stand still
Because we both know
Avoiding attraction is like
Avoiding the plague
But you take the risk anyway
By lunging for the pen
That as a fighter you know
I will never give up
You try again
And again
And again
Until your arms are fastened around me
For the sake of the pen