Hesitation Marks

She caught me trying to fill the empty bed, With empty people that I never kept. The compromise that was left unsaid, The quiet that struck when they left. She said the hate was in my head. I put the knife back into the wound from before; She couldn’t touch me there anymore. I watched her collect her things— Waver at the door; I didn’t have to ask what for. I told her she could leave her keys In the door when she left. I told her promises were never meant to be kept. That we were makeshift together at best. I told her she could wring out all of the nights when she slept, In my arms as I wept— I drove into my skin until everything bled. I haven’t amounted to anything yet. I am damaged beyond what anyone can see; She said that she can only blame me.