to erase you from
these pages, but to
my chagrin you've
etched yourself in.
Invest in my flesh.
You've left your mark
again and again,
scarring me in the same
way as if I never wanted
to heal in the first place.
I hope you're satisfied
with the mess I've made.
When I sleep you're
hanging over bad dreams,
begging to be followed
to the gallows.
I can't forget.
I can't forget.
I can't forget,
no matter how little I've tried.
I told you I loved you,
this is how I show it.
It's been raining since you left.
She said, finally, it's over,
devouring me whole.
I'm still reeling from digestion.
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