Poetry For The Masses

...just because ...

Conflicted
Torn and left for dead.
I never did anything right.
All night long this strumming in my head
Black behind these eyelids
Your words wash over my body like
Foamy waves breaking in the sea.
Memories play like nightmares on empty reels
You didn't have to touch me
To leave me bruised.
Confusion leads to desperate melodies
I can taste you in the air
Smell you on my skin
Grasping at the threads of what is left
Over and over
Denial rising, burning in my throat like bile.
Choking back words.
What have you done to me?