I havenât thought about your name,
In well over a month.
I blur your face in my mind,
Because it makes you less real,
So that you canât hurt me,
And I canât disappoint you.
I remember the times we had,
The daggers you twisted in my gut,
You didnât mean to impale me,
But that doesnât stop you,
From diving the next knife,
Deeper into my heart.
The rows of souls youâve broken,
Is smal...