Phantom of Saint

This is a poem I wrote about some ex boyfriends I had...

Phantom of Saint

I still feel you
Like a splinter in my hand
Every time ours touched.
An opened wound
On my shoulder that stings
When the wind blows.
The soft touch that you
Once had, now makes me
Flinch with discomfort.
The sound of ravens
Echoes in my mind
For your words mean nothing.

The gazes you give
Seem to tare the pages from my memories.
As the star burns out slowly
When the birds speak your name.
Your name became the point
Your sight the stab
I still feel those eyes
The razor eyes, I use to wish for
To make my heart bleed for you.

That look that once flashed across my face.
The look that seemed like I never knew.
Like I never thought it could happen.
That look, you will never see again.

You seemed to drug me
On what was.
Who ever you were
Phantom or Saint.
You have left my heart
To forever be kept out of the wall
For the one I hold close now
Never had to break in as you did.