i have crevices
and cracks
in my weary skin
you widened them
and slipped
beneath
molding to the gaps
in my bleeding heart
like duct tape
that you ripped off
when you tore me
to shreds

i gave you the power
to heal
and to hurt
i gave you an option
you healed me
first
but you mapped my wounds
the places i hurt
most

i am not selfish
i do not live
with the intention
to hurt
so it ruins me
when i do
but you had no guilt
when you targeted
the very wounds
you helped
heal

you spoke with daggers
and bullets
with the intention to
disrepair
you tattooed your hatred
across the back of my
eyelids
embedded your pain in
every *******
nerve

forgetting you is impossible
while my once healed wounds
still throb
but your disgust and
your last words
ring in my ears
and i wish you
wanted to take them
back