your bruises stand out
a stark, obvious black and blue
imprinted on the background of the you
i know
or knew
before her...

i think we used cliched descriptions to describe
broken
because i don't think you'd ever admit to being broken
but she broke you

snapped
slashed
destroyed
ruined
before we ever had the chance

and i sit here now and think maybe
maybe tonight
i could use my hands
my lips
my mouth
take you some place you always belonged
where i -know- you belong

and i start
and you follow
and it hits me...

you are still broken
and tonight i am nothing more
than your distraction

~ajt 2009