you touched me in the most intimate of ways
traced the lines of
my body
my soul
until i was marked with fingerprints
your fingerprints
small and delicate
but painful and lingering
i craved the contact
and you were my biggest enabler
pumping me full of
what you called love
what you claimed was understanding
until i was hopelessly addicted
and when you decided
things were too hard and that
i was no longer enough
you took it all away
and left me to go through the withdrawals
on my own
cold and hurting
it was the worst sort of betrayal