No Title Poem by Caitlin KittyBear Daniel

I'm done with you.
The pain you caused me was worse than my struggle with God. Does the word "No" mean nothing anymore? Your little game was a costly one. Such an innocent face with cruel hands. Your touch was fire against my skin, it left me scarred. Forever scarred. Broken, damaged, and dirty; No amount of water could wash you from my mind. The color of the stain you left is an ugly one. The memories will never go away, and what you knew made your betrayal even worse. Stains on top of more stains.. all seem to be about the same color.