you're stuck on my mind tonight
and i can't tell if the bitter taste
in my mouth is from the toothpaste
or your memory glued to my thoughts

i can still hear your voice in the back
of my mind and still see your face
swimming behind my eyes and your
hands on my back in a mockery of a 'hug'

i wonder how you ever thought that
hurting a seven year old like that was fine
or if you remember me the way i do you
or know just how bad you screwed me over

i do not wish you your death
but something a million times worse, i hope
someday you feel invisible claws in your skin
and feel how i remember you