you're not here,
but you are, if that makes sense?
like the moon after the day wakes
or the pain that's trapped
inside the scar on my knee.
i wish you were a scar
or something other than glass shards
beneath my skin.
i'm tired of seeing your reflection
between the blood.
because you didn't love me,
i know you didn't.
because nights with me were just nights
that faded into morning
and back into night
and back into morning again.
because my hands
were only dry, calloused flesh.
because my eyes were just two brown circles.
because my heart
was no more than
just an *****.