Your eyes are so false.
They mean nothing.
The feeling of the thought of you
Is a pain I'm sure you must know.
Your touch would leave a bruise now.
Your caress would pierce my skin.
The cuts you hate so passionately,
They were fashioned by your hands.
Your mouth is the knife that leaves these slashes on my body.
I have a scar for every word you've said.
The tears refuse to run down and soothe my wounds.
And nothing else will.
Nothing else can.
I see you so clearly.
But I don't recognize you.
Everything is different.
Everything is changed.
I cannot face myself in the mirror.
The shame is overwhelming.
The shame of believing in vain.
The stupidity of my faith in a word I cannot speak.
I cannot let you go, but somehow I already have,
Because I let myself go.
So let me go.
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Written January 21st, 2005
