Even today
your name slips into my skin
digs deeper into my wounds,
deep blood stream.
Your voice
lingers on my clothes
the outfits you liked best
harrow me the most.
I hate how you're still here
in ways I can't comprehend
because you're not here
and you never wanted to be.
And I don't want you to be,
not this way.
Please, leave my head.
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Bethany Louise Rose
2015
