You seep into my mind like blood through a wound
Your words are the mixture of a gentle caress and harsh slap
I do not understand how you can do what you may and still let yourself breathe freely
I don't mean to be arrogant but I can't see myself doing the same

There were many things you did not say
There are many of the wrong people you didn't deny at your door step
Figuratively of course; even you are human enough to pity a poor outsider
But you would not properly listen to what had to be said by them

I can think you to be cruel and call you names until the sun sets
But you had the sweetest touch, the softest voice, the most needy hold
You acted as though I was every breath you'd ever need to take again
I don't understand, you either lied or stopped breathing

When you left me in the cold winter's air alone