You don't know.

It's those blue eyes, locked on her wink 

queasy stomach hurls out poison 

It's forgetting the way you blink

When you lie.

*

It's cutting into my skull

a rusty saw, and the scraping sound

Is a distraction, but dull

From your faces. 

*

Hating every line, scratching every crease

flooding out each eyeball

making sounds I didn't know I could 

that I can't even hear as they crawl. 

*

It took a few months  for you

To cut me up in two

When one part is hating and hurting

and one part is missing and hurting

*

You are not the same

The End

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