haunt me still
even if you're no longer here
even if i can't see
the memories
the images will never leave

laying here
tormented by the broken promises
the dreams long forgotten
when i remember how you hated them
hated me
hated what i was
and who i'd become

why am i still the one
left here
to remember
the worst
when you don't even bat a lash
of remorse
or regret

why am i the one left wanting more?
why was i the one hoping
it wouldn't come
to disappearing?