Name

What’s the point of a name if no one

remembers my soul

Just shallow

eyes that

are looked into but never

really learned

Does it

matter my favorite color

if it’s just smeared along

the wall

You meet my scars

to highlight them

in a crimson stain.

You ask for my hand just to

twist my wrist against your embrace.

Sure. Spell

my name out in a whispered breath.

Memorize my heart beat and

then wonder if I have veins.

Show me what it’s like to be

loved for a

moment and fine

me for my foolish belief.

Outline my face with your gaze and

tell me you never met me.

Line me up perfectly and kick me

aside with so much might.

What’s the point if I’m only ever a name.