Twist and Turns

I read a poem the other day about how our liver replaces itself after 5 months, our lungs after 3 weeks and our skin after 27 days. I laughed about how absurd such facts were because it was been 7 months and I can still feel your presence in my body, your kisses on my hips, and your breath on my neck. And trust me, I tried to kill as many cells as i could after you left. I poisoned my liver nearly every day with cheap alcohol and so many cigarettes. I heard my lungs begging me to stop the other night. And I left too many boys undress me and touch my skin with their dirty, dirty hands. Simply because I hoped their presence would force your ghost to get out of my bed. out of my life. and out of my mind. But still I can hear the echoes of your footsteps as you are running in my brain and it is driving me insane. Because when I was 7 years old my father took me fishing and made me promise I'd never let anyone under my skin. Yet here I am, destroying myself to try to forget you.