This one piece of my past

      keeps slipping out of place.

  It comes in contact with my fingers

      and I feel an urge to go over it again.

  But I simply shove it back

      into the deepest part of my mind.

  I don’t remember what the pain was about,

      or how much I cried.

  I can’t recall the words I said,

      the feelings I screamed out at night.

  I forget the way it hurt me,

      and how deep your words cut.

  All that remains are the scars

      across my heart...