Nonsense

  The angry tears fall like rain,
you've left after using me again.
  Tore my heart out if its shell,
leaving me unprotected and unwell.
  Caressed my soul with deadly fingers,
the affects of which still hover and linger.
  My stomach churns and burns
at memories of you, but the soul yearns.
  Yearns for your touch to release me,
cries for you wicked love to set my soul free.
  Your freedom kills, yet my desire
burns for the feel, lighting me afire.
  The angry tears fall like rain,
you've left after using me again.