I don't want to remember how your eyes saw me differently,
specs and swirls of purity and evil,
and you wondered how such a thing could even exist.
I don't want to remember how your voice became something I ached for,
like the greed from a man who could never be satisfied with just the touch of one woman,
you had different sides and different scents and I needed them all.
I don't want to remember how your youthful hands colored my blank canvas full of invisible pain,
and how your lips were paint brushes across my skin,
creating a bigger masterpiece.
I don't want to remember how your hand always trembled with anger,
hurtful words and spiteful glances were exchanged between us,
and our bodies intertwined with no remorse.
I don't want to remember how you flourished during my absence,
as if my palpating heart were a distraction,
and you needed time to think.
I don't want to remember how easy it was for you to drown in my sea of charm,
with a wrath filled with panic and caution,
I threw you upon my shores of new beginnings and classic tragedies.
About the Creator
Sharlene Alba
Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
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