You crawl under my skin & leave marks I can't erase & these layers separate me from relief. A bunch of broken glass in my body like the glass that crunched softly under my shoes when you pulled me by the whorf that day. But instead of the best night of my life I feel pain pain that deepens everytime you smile at me. Sandpaper rough hands & sticky tongues are an image of our past & now I don't even recognize the color of your eyes anymore. Make believing is a dangerous hobby & I lived that lifestyle with you but now the camera is back on & I figured out you have terrible stage fright. So now it's sweaty palms & clenched teeth that keep the anxiety real. Quick like how you used to be in conversations I am quick to leave & quick to find a new place to put a head that has been beaten & overused. Trouble finds you & trouble is leaving you now & I'm sorry you have the worst luck with vixens like us. But your words cut into my skin & imbedded themselves there & now every time I lay down my body it whispers to me the same things. Every time I shower the words are magnified into shouts & I feel trapped in this body you left. I wonder lots of nights whether going back to you will solve my issues. Then I just go back to sleep.