Avoiding Pricks and Webs

If I associate you with tattoos,
You could say that inky clouds covered my eyes like a blindfold.
I could not see anything but what you wanted me to see.

We danced like a couple,
We laughed like one too,
But you pricked me with your needle,
As I spun into you,

I'm a mosquito full of blood,
And I'm caught in your web,
You just want my blood,
And when I'm dead,
You'll pretend I was loved.

This is why I,
Draw lines with knives,

And I stay away from webs,
And cut hearts into shreds.

I cut out the pain of you,
A long time ago,

But every time I hear your name,
My heart turns to snow.

It becomes cold, damp, soft and vulnerable.