The Memory of You.

Your cologne suspended in time,
The bruises you left traced deeper than my skin.
The memory of you stains my skin like a bullet wound.
Lies drip from your lips like blood,
Weaving my demise.
My screams filling the silence,
Your ecstasy filling the air.
I fell for your charming blue eyes,
Oblivious to the emptiness in your heart.
Every shower I take,
I try to wash away the marks.
The guilt.
The pain, and disgust.
I can't look in the mirror,
All I see is your face.
Hear your words.
Your false reassurance.
The blood is on your hands, as well as your heart.
You fucking broke me,
And ripped my life apart.