you asked my name,

and looking into your eyes

i didn’t have one.

you asked for a friend

and i knew you’d

always be one.

you say you love me

just not like that:

you cut the heart

from my chest.

ask him to the formal

don’t even

bother with me because

i’d dress up in

my sunday best

and all you’d do

is shove a knife through my back

and smile before you

apologized.

you’d stuff my mouth

with cotton before you

give me a chance.

but when you ask my name

i’ll never have one