And It Was All Me

you do this to me, YOU are infuriating

I couldn't kiss him
Because he wasn't you,
You, us, all of it played on in my head
Like a song,
A funerary instrument
The hums, and tunes went in the rhythm of your name
Our lips, inches apart and your name at the back of my head
I pulled away
Peeling my skin off of his, the scars that were left still burn me a little more than they should
But nothing compares to the emptiness left by your name on my tongue