i will never be that young again

i know that.

i am full of loose skin that i have to wait three years

so i can be clean of your hands.

and i don't get my teen years back 

from the volatile love and hate

of the man who loves to hate.

and on my bad days

i am just rotted meat on a bed.

but i hope my skin that replaces yours

will be strong and tight.

and i hope i will look myself in the mirror

and not see you.