Poems (and maybe art)

I cant

I can't even stop thinking about the pain you've given me.
Your devil touch still lingers on my body;
I can't think about anything other than that night, but I can't help but forget all about what happened.
Let's not talk about it, I don't want to talk about it, you always said, but why are you playing the victim?
I was the one who was hurt; I was the one who you hurt.
I can't stop crying because of you.
I can't even sit next to a stranger because of you; because I fear I might become friends and it'll be you all over again.