I dont feel your words
Not like a slap, or a sting

Not unless its ******* me
In the brain

Reminding me what you lost
When you were scared

I tried to explain
That I care, that I cared

Only now I regret it
I wish to take it back

I miss the smell of your skin
The taste of your lips

But not your slap
Or the harsh grab of my wrist

Your hands in my face
Lips in the wrong place

I miss the way your skin smells
Like adrenaline and old Hollister cologne

But not the sweat of exasperation
From giving me elaborate explanation

"I didn't mean to hit you so hard.."
But I haven't been here to care

"Did I give you that scar?"
Back then you didn't care

"Who the **** have you told?"
They haven't been here to care

"I'll still love you when you're old."
We both know you won't be here to care.