Your collarbones are still vivid,
your mouth still grasping the front of my mind..
Why do you remain?
You stained my skin so deeply,
you can see it in my veins.
The way I am is not how I was
ever since I respected you.
You marked my mouth, you marked my mind.
When I try to rinse, it bleeds deeper.
In to my bones, in to every muscle,
every movement,
in to my mind, in to my thoughts
and when I speak
it poisons the air which I breathe.
An everlasting difference.