Thursday, April 7, 2011


whatever i was to you, you rejected.
while you ran from everything about me,
i carved marks into my skin
tried to get you to see me, really see
an exercise in futility
while you convinced yourself i was defective
you picked pieces of me, and burned the rest
and i waited for you to feed my hunger
although i sent you letters, emails i’ll never send
you won’t call, or write.

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