Please don't
Don't touch me
It's his embrace I feel
His fingertips across my skin
Every touch brings the memories
Of that bittersweet love of ours
Then comes the regrets
Don't reach for me
Please don't
Leave me
Any touch
It doesn't matter who
Touch brings the mistake back to me
Of falling in love with danger
That's what he was
Leave me
He was
Cold and callous
His embrace was warm though
So I stayed by his side bound by my love
I ignored the blood on his hands
Along with my morals
He was
I'm free
Away from him
Until you touch me
A hug will never comfort me
Just remind of his murderous embrace
Please simply let me be
Why can't you see
I'm free
YOU ARE READING
The Blood On His Hands
PuisiA set of four poems in the Rictameter form, less then a hundred and fifty words and they tell a story. The tale is told from the narrative of young woman suffering severe PTSD. She explains to an unnamed character what emotions in her are awakened b...
