Negated effects

Another poem

Expose the scars of the past when you're around.
Because I burnt it all to the ground
Peering through eyes that are sore from the past.
Negate the effects that are drawn from the scars.

Philopobia is all that is left, undress the wounds you've made me detest.
Did you know I'd become a wreck.m

I know your eyes so well it haunts me.
The scent you left behind it taunts me.
The face you made when you smiled it hurts me.
And your touch against my skin, it burns me.

Your a voice inside my head, nothing more no less.
A ghost to me that haunts my memories.
A girl of countless impossibilities.