you hurt me, you wouldn't stop
hurting me. you pushed my head under
the waves and counted down my
very last seconds before
you let me taste the air.

you unscrewed my training
wheels while I wasn't looking and
watched me fall to the ground
every single time. you saw the wounds and
bruises; you looked at them with pride,
as if each one was a trophy you displayed
in your trophy case heart.

years have gone by; all my wounds and
bruises have healed and you are nothing
but a forgotten cobweb in the corner
of my memories. you are nothing but
irony behind steel bars.

I wonder if you still go to that
trophy case and look at all the healed
scrapes and bruises that were once
fresh wounds.
I bet it kills you to see them
so untouched by you.