it ain't me

this much I know

they flirt

they hurt

and then they 

go.

contagious

scorn;

my heart forlorn

the pain inside

starting to 

show.

sick with 

shame

filled full with

blame

I let them in

it's all my 

fault.

tell them stories

of my torment

they sprinkle 

all my wounds

with salt. 

I'll bury my heart

beneath the sand

and pray it never

sees the surface.

who is it that feels

this should be

my demise?

it ain't me

I don't

deserve 

this.