Stained

It's still there.

The touch of your hand,

the smell of your sins.

Intoxicating as it is,

I still breathe it in.

My nails leave a mark

on the territory

they've all stepped on,

but I'm the only one

you've always react to.

Your eyes,

symbols of pure seduction,

they get what they want.

And your lips,

which thousands have kissed,

wreck what's left of my innocence.

Take it off,

and let it breathe.

Oh, don't you see

what you've done to me?

When I'm with you,

I lose my sanity.

Just a hint of a melancholy smile,

and your lips open with a hiss,

Your words will stay unfamiliar to my broken ears.

Leave this mess you left behind, and live to fight the guilt another thousand years.