I haven’t 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 can’t hurt me,

And I can’t disappoint you.

I remember the times we had,

The daggers you twisted in my gut,

You didn’t mean to impale me,

But that doesn’t stop you,

From diving the next knife,

Deeper into my heart.

The rows of souls you’ve broken,

Is small, insignificant like me,

But it’s still there,

And you don’t dare to apologize.

Would you atone for your hate,

If you ever faced consequences?

It doesn’t matter, though,

Because you never will.

You force me to bleed for you,

And ask if I still love you?

How do you see me pushing away,

But are too naive to know why?

I haven’t thought about your name,

In well over a month,

But I don’t know if I’ll ever escape,

The raw scars and burnt wounds,

That you left on me,

In your attempt to feel.