The Black Dahlia Murder

Your eyes push shards of glass to mince my defenses.
I never thought i’d feel this way. Memories haunting every breath.
It frightens me to know I can never be rid of you.
After a year, you still stir something in me.
The hate has faded, but the disgust remains.
I recall when only warmth and acceptance filled your eyes.
If I could understand what turned you against me.
If I could understand what hardened your stare into scorn.
What was it worth to you to turn me inside out?
You became he that we hated.
Left me with scarlet eyes and an empty chest. It's been a year and I still feel nauseous.
Brown eyes cut into me. Parting once friendly flesh.
I burned your pictures away, but I can't stop remember whens.
The city has not felt the same since