You ruined me. You ruined my self confidence. You made it even harder for me to change. You made my hard days even harder. You blamed your actions on me. I actually started to feel bad. I talked to someone. I talked to get this feeling away from me. You were my everything, my best friend, my other half. I didnt know what was happening. I didnt want to keep fighting for you to be there if you didnt want to stay. I started to give up. Not only did I start giving up on our friendship, I started to give up on everyone. You brought my trust down. Not only did I lose you, I lost who I truly was.

I've never been good at
Being touched.

Though the fingers
Of endless suitors
Have traced incomparable
Lines of affection,
They all stroke
The same wounds.

New hands feel like
Recycled lullabies,
Humming promises
Of a new melody,
Singing a remedy for
My impassivity.

Whether words fall
Passionate or
Fearful,
Endearment lines my lips
With an expiration
Long enough to convince me,
But short enough to leave me.

Reminding me:
The disintegration of
Indifference
Remains
My prerequisite
For destruction.

So before you
Touch me with
Promises of a new
Orchestration,
I'm already marking the
Days until you leave.

Because my skin
Is tired of
Intruders hidden
Behind momentary
Infatuation.

So keep your hands to yourself.