Tainted

Your words

stuck to my lips

and color my world

Try as I might to brush the crumbs from my mind

You linger

You permeate my senses

And cling to my confidence

Your anger clouds

Your ill temped turn of phrase bloodies my nose and blackens my eyes

I hear your tone in every touch he makes

Every sweet nothing has an undercurrent of your essence

Words meant to entice, terrify  

Soft hands meant to entrance, feel like a straggle

Tightening over my throat cutting off the air I need.  

Life was not meant to be enjoyed this way

Love isn’t supposed to hurt or so the saying goes

As he leans in to steal my fear and kiss away my pain

I pray I see his intent and not yours

I pray I remember as he gathers me close

He’s not you. 

Reviews

[Johnny]

wooow very good.. We should all be willing to move on and leave those that consistently hurt us and give chances to those that will be good to us.. I like it very much

[Emily]

Great idea for a poem!
Keep on writing!

[Echoes of Eros]

Crystal, you create such a bittersweet feeling of loving, and our inability to let go when our soul pulls us so hard and deep. Yes, love is supposed to be lifting and light, not painful or bringing us fear. How it lingers. xo