there is an itch

a thousand miles away, back in my room

the room thats now hers

can you feel my heart beating in there too?

does it sicken you?

do you find my face in hers because it looks like you

because I'm finding you in the bends of my skin

there is an itch

but it's too far for me to go

and you're getting angry that I won't come over and scratch it

did you want me to scratch my skin till it bled?

would that be enough for you to just leave me alone?

i don’t want to talk to you anymore.

 it's like you think if my nails dig deep enough 

that maybe it would erase the traces of my mother 

that face of someone you hate 

and how im looking like her more everyday.