Selfish Feelings and the Like

Would you ruin me?
Pluck my heart from its perch
and play with my veins.
Stomping on them like helpless things,
but for what it’s worth-
they are, and I don’t blame you.
Would you mend me?
Fill the crevice in my soul
and sew the schism in my head-
make everything right with me again.

What would you do?
If you were still here,
if you were here with me now.
What would you do?
Do I ever cross your mind?
Do you feel like something is missing too?
When you see my eyes,
as I do yours-
do you feel detest or longing?

Because I still long for you.
But if you can only muster hate,
I’m perfectly alright
because
I deserve every ounce of it.

Just please, please-

don’t forget me.