The Haunting

The stars were bright
just like our night.
They haunt me now
with their patronizing frowns.
My lips are blue,
numb from the cold--I assume.
A bruised kiss, blood red, too
the gnashing of teeth left wounds.
It feels they could never heal.
I will forever be scarred.
My failure displayed for all to see
the symptoms of my broken heart.
My tongues contusion spreads behind my eyes.
As tears run dry and their salt makes me blind.
This pain is overwhelming.
I am weak with fatigue.
I can't eat and I can't sleep--please,
just let me be.
I can't dream and it hurts to speak--please,
just let me be.
I can't breathe and I wish I couldn't think. . .
the torture of this haunting. . .please,
just let me be.