Bludgeon me in the head, repeatedly.
Till your arms are tired- and watch
Me fall, the bones within crack-
And the blood flooding the floor.
Then hit me again, one final blow
To the stomach, right above the abdomen.
I won't feel it, no. Life, but a wisp
Flew out the day you said-
Or did not- to me.
I would apologise, if I knew.
Actually I do know.
Sorry, for hearing the words you never said.