You sliced me
With your words
You broke me
With your eyes
You twisted me
With you sick logic

I crumbled under your fingers
Turned to dust
Scattered to the wind

This wound
Is still bleeding
Still hurting
And I don’t think
It will ever heal

You sliced me, broke me, twisted me
In ways
That I will always feel
Late at night
When my mind dares to wander
And I let myself think
Let myself fantasise
About the ways you had healed me
Even if it was only
To damage me
Yourself