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