"vanish"

The pieces of the girl you used to know

vanish

like the way that ice melted

on those fine summer days,

the ones where you held her down

and forced her to be someone.

You covered up what you did not like

so she never felt enough-

she never was enough.

The way the crystals in the ice moved

and cracked

were never enough of an illustration to you

of what you

could have done to her heart.

She faded away one organ, piece, side

at a time, never really

knowing why.