it's funny–

my smile, you said

was your favorite thing about me,

and i cant remember the last time

i smiled when i heard your name.

my eyes,

the ones you used to drown in,

stained with mascara 

blood-shot

and strained–

no longer emit light like they once did.

my heart,

the one you broke–

a black hole in my chest,

i can no longer feel

like i used to.

your touch–

the one that caused my insides to turn,

always left skid-marks on my back

and love bites on my neck…

if you can even call them that

because how can you call it a love bite

if there was no love.