Digging your nails into old wounds

You know they'll bleed all the same

And though watching the hurt will

bring you victory -

My pride can't stand to suffer again.

None of you will know these

lasting memory imprints that you

chose to leave on a blemished mind

And what parts of you I chose to keep

hidden in daily monotony

As reminders of my secret sultry

Humanity.

And though – I wish to tell you all

that I think of you all, some of the time

In silly little ways that insure

that you will never be forgot.

I pray that maybe, somewhere, one of you

just remembered me and smiled

sadly in love-lost.