The Art of Kissing Concrete

I fell for you....
and in return you stole my senses.
I lay prostrate
feeling your cold hardness
as you tore at my clothes
and my flesh.
You ruined me...
And afterwards I rose
unsteadily
licking the blood and dust from my lips.
I tried to wipe it away
but there was just too much blood
and not enough clean hands.