My yesterday

Did you ever really see me
did you ever even know
you never asked
always seemed bored
distracted with fancies
passing glances
behind your glasses
you never sought my gaze
im screaming
your turning the page
magazines and the tele
all you would rather be
not with me
not with me
wonder why you ever said i do
i saw you
i knew
steel knife through warm skin
tieing laces on broken limbs
what a mess
and you began to stew
and you began to feud
your beautiful punching bag
swings than hangs
they rescued me
you never changed
your unwrapped fists
devoured promises
suffocating in between
the sullen layers of sunken skin.

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