I Do Not Forgive Nor Do I Forget

I taste your chalky silhouette that taints more than senses; it taints souls

Your looming and absurd presence, that is.

Am I the victim of a fiery blast that seared not only my eyes but also my heart?

This time and space and existence that I know is fading like the disappearing ink on the heels of your livelihood. 

And honestly, I specifically advised you not to use that pen but it dazzled and taunted you with its eloquence and glamour.  

As for me? Well I am slapped against the whitewash wall symbolic of my emotions. 

All white and all washed. They tend to blend together. 

So expose the only beauty I think you'll see whilst grasping the arms of insecurity.

So I turn my face to side. I close my eyes. 

Because I know you'll never be mine.