I want to rid my hands of you.
To scrub my body clean so hard until I break out into blisters,
To be able to forget the moments we spent together,
The moments I cannot help but to remember .
Why can't I be clean?
Everywhere you touched me left a mark,
The mark permanently etched onto my skin.
Stained, I have been stained.
You have tainted my body,
And yet you couldn't care.
You have moved on,
But I am left here.
The body you ruined is rotting,
Falling into an eternal abyss,
Never to return.
So now, you may rid your hands of it.
