Sit far away,away from me,
I am afraid of the feelings,
That surface when I am near you.

I once touched your skin,
But your skin grew thorns,
My hands remain bleeding.

For awhile I will stare,
Thinking of you,
Obsessing over what could have been.

For hours I will cry,
Longing for you,
Caressing the open wounds you have left.

I have to remember,
All the pain just from your looks,
I need to stay away.

My lips are quivering,
I take my blade,
To drown all the feelings.

My hatred consumes you,
waiting for the day,
That I can put you in the grave.

I want to make you pay,
killing you would be the only way to escape,
My obsession over you.

very good

Beautiful!! I want to put a quote of it on one of the shirts I design.