why is your name brought up over and over
throughout my days

why is your face etched into my veins
as if you have become one with me

why do you wake me in the middle of the night
with me screaming into the humid nights of the cruel reality you tore me through

but you are not there

you never were

so why are you here now
in the form of a miserable memory

when all along
you were just out to destroy me