You Don't Even Care
I could come to you on my hands and knees
beg you for the scraps of you
that fall to the floor in pieces
unused and discarded
and you wouldn't even see me
I could scream until my throat went raw
bleeding, cracking, hoarse with desire
hoarse with anger and bittersweet agony
and you wouldn't hear
I could dance for you and all the world
flailing in turmoil
naked upon the stage
caught in the glare of a million spotlights
that glance off my prickling skin
and you would turn a blind eye to it all
I could touch you oh so gently
my fingers a whisper on your skin
or nails dragged down your spine
inciting, tormenting, causing you to shudder
And though you might feel, you'd never notice it was me
I could fade away forever
memories of me like a ghost in the room
lost and gone and untrackable
taking everything I gave with me
and you wouldn't even care
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