The Bad, The Ugly

You promised things in blood, which is why I believed you. But Innocence didn't mean nieve, and as your chilled lips pressed mine it suddenly did. All the words that pooled on your tongue, flooding your mouth, spilled out through my ears and echoed within my bones--reminding me of who you were to me. The broken melodies in my bones spilled into my muscles and escaped to my skin, consuming who I perceived myself to be.

"Stupid."

"Unimportant."

"Easy."

These words capturing my entire body, making their way into my brain, and eventually holding me hostage in my own body. The days and nights started to blur together, as you pulled me in more and more until you were done with me. Tossing me out like yesterday's paper-- old news.

And although your body is through with mine, your words come alive and remind me who I am.