For treating me so casually,
Acting like it is all over,
But then permanently etching
The memory of me
Into your skin,
Is like taking some kind of
Trophy, like the kind
A serial killer leaves with
After dumping the body
Except now
We have the matching set,
While I wanted to
Get them together,
You wanted to make it
A reminder
To persuade yourself-
Maybe it was all real
Or maybe you never should have
Tried with me
In the first place,
Like a battle wound
Describing how you
Gave me "everything",
And couldn't even make it
To my birthday
Or be honest for weeks,
Disregarding any care I could have,
Obviously making you
Such a committed man.
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