I remember the sweet nothings whispered in the dark.
I remember the thrill in my chest when you slid your shirt off.
I remember the rough pad of your fingers caressing skin.
I remember the sigh falling from my half-parted lips.

My lips quirk in happy remembrance,
Then I remember the hurtful words,
the side comments meant without harm,
the side comments that cut like paper.
A long sting with tattered edges,
slowly seeping with heart's blood.

Your eyes once sky blue
now are ice,
sharp, painful, cold.
Your words once honey
now water in the ears,
irritating, shifting, drumming.
Your touch once silk
now is sandpaper,
rough, grating, unwanted.