tides ○ a collection of poems

xvii. reunion

so i stood there and all i could think was
that i wanted to scream at you

look into my eyes at least
if you can't do anything else
face what you have done
tell me that you are sorry

it doesn't matter anymore what you
have done to me in this cold december night
i only need you to realize that you have hurt me
ripped my flesh from my bones
broke every single rip of mine with your feet

because even when they're healed
there will remain scars
and you will never be able to erase those

please, look me in the eyes and shout out i am sorry
because i want to see you just as hurt as i was

i don't need to see your embarrassment because your lips craved my lips
and we intertwined our bones, fingers and souls

i need to see real feelings

i cannot bare the thought of never having touched you