Last Night I Dreamt I Murdered You

Now I'm in your black books. Your scowl
across the miles. Your smile never worked
right anyway. I've not lost out. Your funny
twisted thumbs, hooked me. You hitch hiked
in here. I could never resist a sob story
you on the hard shoulder, dumped off.
I forgot to ask the one question
what was your part in that? I saw
your collarbone, your thighs, the way
you bounced above me on the bed
killing mosquitoes. The way everything
had injured you. I thought I was the balm.
You didn't bring much so it didnt take long
for you to leave. Adding me
to list of things which hurt you. I wasn't the balm
the cure. In the end I wasn't anything.
Some tiny dabs on my yellow wall, browned
like old blood goes. That's all that's left.
Your thumb crushing out a life while I lay back
and watched.