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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