A Ghost Of A Memory

Maybe the acidic tears raining down
will erase the memory of your smile.
If only I could be rid of the touch of your hand;
the touch that burns my skin like a remnant of a branding iron.
Those irons,
they're used for cattle, you know.
And that's what you used me as;
a naive calf you could herd at your will.
His soothing words
and whispered promises
can only dull the lines of old scars.
The glint of your eyes sets me on a razor-blade's edge,
but the faded sensation of the touch of your lips
leaves me breathless with its pure memory.
The red marks around my neck never faded.
The sting of your slap never left my cheek.
But the kind words,
and soft glances across the candle lit table
remain burned deep into the crevices of my mind.
Even the figment of you that I nourish in my brain,
never lets me rest by his side in peace.
Lima and Stockholm
twin syndromes that grew and buried my heart,
while I fell deep within the twisted net that is your soul.
Your spirit enchants me,
the broken fragments of us lying there,
so easy to pick up and piece together.
The ghost of you snags in the shattered remains that is my thoughts;
will you ever release me...?

Fantastic job. ^^

Woa, epic poem, Harmony!

Tehe, thank youu!