Do they remember

what they did

to put your heart in a blender

or can they tell you how to get rid

of the memories

of hell they crafted

so cleverly

with words like acid

with actions so petty

with judgment so hurtful

they felt like a machete

and you wondered why they were so hateful

and now you can't stop your hatred

of everything they stand for

and you're so frustrated

because you can't show them the door

and they get to go on

without suffering in their hearts

 and scars aren't upon

them, but for you they aren't sparse