Some days I like to pretend other things matter
most of the time my days go unnoticed
and I only exist as a pulled apart doll

I pretend you were never here
I slept as I had slept
before my arms knew what tugging felt like
before my head had met your pillow
there was a time before
your eyes had not glanced at me
for a while
there I was never knowing
what love had meant for me