• Write us out of the poem. Make us human.
    Give back the pieces of our soul taken
    from us in the darkness. Take back

    the scorching words of truth that
    burn us from the inside out. This
    is no way to be cleansed. You

    were never meant to cleanse us.
    Take our names from your mouth,
    your mind, your heart, forget us in

    all ways. Forget us so you don't soil
    those precious lips that rarely deem
    to speak to or of us. If you forget,

    there's no worry of hurt and
    betrayal from either side. If you forget,
    we too may forget, move on, live again.

    Write us out of the poem. Make us human.
    Give back our weary hearts. Or, in my case,
    give back the pieces of my shattered,

    beaten, stepped on, broken heart.
    Write me out of the poem that is you
    so that I may, once and for all,

    and with no regrets, be reborn
    to live again. Or, so that I may die,
    swiftly, to never know the pain of living without you.