Don't try to kiss me with the same lips that tore me apart limb by limb. Don't try to hold me with those same hands that were once wrapped around my neck, while you watched my face turn as dark as your soul. Don't try to love me with the same body who got enjoyment out of leaving black and blue imprints on my skin. Don't try to mutter the words "I love you" when everything but those three words are screaming that you hate me.