Clean

Outlined in red
Across your skin
Are marks of where
Their hands have been
Unnoticed by
The naked eye
These crimson handprints
Paint my sky
It hurts me so
To have to see
My insides twist
In agony
They've all been
Where they don't belong
And you smile
Like there's nothing wrong
You let them touch
Places unseen
To dirty you
Where I can't clean
Can't cover them
With my own hands
They show through
Against my demands
I don't want
To make you hurt
To do things
That you don't deserve
I'll love you
Like I have from the start
But won't pretend
I can't see their marks