I can smell him on my sheets
      I can taste him in my dreams
             I can still feel every inch where he's touched me
I hear his laughter echoing in the walls
             I can still see him in all these pictures I saved for
           memories

But this bed is bare
My dream's a nightmare
       I can't hear
             His laughter
       He's not near
             Enough to touch
My eyes are blinded by tears
He's killed my senses,  
      I'm no longer aware

Everything around me,  slowly fading away
His face, his scent, his laughter,  his touch
Maybe I'll just pop a few pills and sleep away the day
At least he's in my nightmares, the pain of reality is too much

I didn't know
I was your puppet
On a string:

You tossed me
Turned me
Made me swoon
To your every word.

I didn't know
I was your puppet
Until you cut
The strings,
And I fell face-down
Into what I thought
Was love.

The ridges of my scars are easy to trace
Bumps and bruises are the very code of my past.
Feather your digits
Across the Braille of my skin.
From
That violent violet patch of skin
A direct result from the day
Mother screamed after me as
I pitched and tumbled off my bike
To
The barely there, white imprints
Of the blades that lazily drifted
Across my wrists, stomach and thighs.
One touch to
Feel
Read
Know
Me.




(K.R.S)

Complete;
That's what you make me when we touch.
Never;
That's how often touch me.
Happy;
That's what I'll never be.

I need your touch
Like a drowning man
Needs air

Still
thinking
of you
Takes away
my breath
Like
your presence
takes away
my life