Sometimes late at night
When I’m alone in the car
Or walking down a dark path
The fear reminds me of you
I feel your fingers on my skin
The paralyzing dread
The lightness and harshness of your fingertips
The things you whispered in my ear
As I lay there
Awake but terrified
And I think of the cowards way out you took
And the shame you brought
And the excuses you made

All lies
To make me look bad
For something you did
Things you said,
Touched