Do You Remember?

Do you remember those tender moments
where we just couldn't let go?
We always would simply hug and kiss,
and the world seemed aglow.
I do.

Do you remember the look on my face
when you said "Get out of here bitch,
You stupid hoe."?
The pain is always there,
a mark on my heart,
a permanent hurting stitch.

Do you remember watching me cry,
as I watched those "pretty" girls go in and out
of your house?
You said "Just get over it,
I did."
That tore me in half,
knowing you didn't care.
That was such an ache it couldn't be hid.

Do you remember coming over to my house,
simply to apologize?
The door was unlocked,
you helped yourself in.
You called and looked
and saw the lifeless body of me.
The pattern of my cuts,
were so different.
You held me and said "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
But, hate to tell you,
it's too late to apologize.