but its not right
to tell me lies
and return
after shattered goodbyes.

and its not fair
that you told me
you loved me,
while I lay bare.
and
that you took my pictures
and told me that to you,
I was beautiful.

but
you hide me away
in the hole
that is your life
while I'm still here
     breathing,
alive,
but burned
by the embers of words
that sparked from your lips
they caused the cuts on my hips
and the scars on my flesh

I've lost a pint of blood since you left