Leave a Mark.

I wish you had hurt me more. 

Or, in a more obvious way. 

I wish you had called me names.
Bitch, whore, selfish, unforgiving.
Instead you used babe and baby to strangle me with. 

I wish you had gotten angry at me. 
like foaming mouth angry, 
like clenched fists and strained temples angry,
but you bottled it up and fed it to me through a straw,
choking me with your passivity.

I wish you cut into my flesh rather than my heart,
because fixing broken skin is intuitive, 
but humans chase a lifetime soothing heartbreak. 

Not a scar or bruise left,
except for a gaping hole of tacit wrongdoings. 

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