Nettle Skin

I hate the way you feel.

The way your

Skin brushes mine like nettles.

The way your

Words crush all hopes of happiness and

The way your heart beats in sync with mine.

I hate how I love you, I hate the way

My heart leaps at every opportunity to touch your

Nettle skin.

I hate the way you now hate me. The way you daren't look at me.

The way your words strangled me and the way your eyes shot knives into my chest.

You were no longer soft, you were no longer mine.

Your nettle skin no longer hurt, nothing.

Now I am nothing but

A memory.