I picked away at memories and feelings
like scabs or blisters on skin,
I pick and scrape the wounds
before they get a chance to heal.
To feel the sting of pain again.
I want to know what these feelings mean.
Why did you want me to feel this ache?
Why did you want to make me bleed?
Why did you want my heart to break?
I tear at the clawed reminders,
scratch marks
etched into my arms,
I want to feel my blood run warm.
To remind that my heart
isn't as icy cold as you said.
Why did you try to mess with my head?
Cause this pain to infest?
Was it a test? Or did you
just want to share a bed?
I scratch at my eyes,
for they have cried so much.
All I see are rivers of hurt,
I want to tear the images out.
To get rid of my doubt,
to find something to smile about.
Why did you try to twist my words?
When what I say is my currency,
my means to pay.
It isn't a game I play,
It's me in full honesty.
I claw at the clumps of skin
that wore your scent deep within.
Bore the marks of self-loathing,
because it was all I'd been taught to bring.
Why did you make me question my being?
Make me see reality twisting?
Was it a way to get your nails
deeper into my coffin?
Did you think that making me feel miniscule
would make more love you more?
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