I wouldn't come back

There's clumps of your blonde hair
but did you tear them out or have I

and I'm sorry that there's nothing to say
except I'm not and I won't say that either

I wouldn't care about times or places
if you had

sentiment means nothing if you're not sentimental back

you don't deserve anything
recognition, discussion or apprehension

I'll be angry for as long as it takes
to take back all those parts of me

there are secret valleys between my nose and my eyes
where I see
lying on my side
and the salt drips from my nose
taking the face off

where you touched
I've had to hollow out

so I'm sorry that didn't count
only I'm not.