bloody scratches

You have got to be alive
to make pain feel good,
and so that hurt is right.
It's raining hard
and I think about you.
It used to rain every time
I saw you.
It used to rain and I used
to claw at you
in ways I haven't since.
I was so small and my bones
showed through my skin
and you made me eat
and you made me scream
and I made you bleed
from bloody scratches.