You ruined me
And I thought I could never be whole again
So after months of wallowing in self pity
I learnt how to pick up the pieces
Put them in a nearly perfect order
And carry on with my life
Almost as if you never left a mark.

But you did leave a mark
It may be faded
But it's there and if you look closely enough
You can see it
Peaking out as if it was sick of being suppressed
Well I am sick of suppressing it.

That mark will stay with me forever
I can only hope
That the connotations of said mark
Will change, from feelings of anger
To feelings of empty nostalgia
Recognizing your presence in my life
But not missing it.