skin stretched tightly over bone,
web-like veins float on your surface,
blue like the cold in your heart,
my hatred of you re-surfaced.

i've tried to forget remembering you,
but i'm so forgetful,
i've tried to keep you in the past,
i don't want to grow more regretful.

there's a story of you on my thighs,
each line depicts a time in which,
you told me i was worthless,
and even a selfish *****.

i've got more seams then a puppet,
sewn up from other stories too,
but this poem was just a friendly reminder,
*that i ******* hate you.