You held me close

and then you watched

as you ripped me off. 

I hate you for it. 

It was like you watched me 

just to laugh 

as I foolishly 

was drowning 

in self-hatred.

This is a different kind of pain.

Being so intimate with someone

who now knows what my body feels like. 

He has my scars memorized. 

Now he watches me 

as I get lost in translation.

He watches me as my skin goes cold. 

He acts as though I am a distant memory. 

Now I fade to the back of his mind.