he made me bleed
it trickled down my legs
red warmth on white skin
he cut me mentally
tore through my head
like a rabid dog
i can not think
without him haunting me
without him hunting me
without him
he cut deeply
with cold words
with cold stares
liquor hinted murmurs
pressed against my neck
his heavy cigarette breath
lingers with heat against me
it still tastes sweet
his eyes pierce me like a slow burn
going through parchment paper
dissecting my movements
dissecting my thoughts
the ones that go unsaid
the ones that are never uttered
the ones i wish i wouldn't think
the ones that i will never admit
to having