It\'s unlikely you remember me,
Even though it\'s my blood you spilled.
It\'s improbable that I\'m more than an anecdote,
A silly naive girl in your locker room chat.
Just another lost in the churn,
While you tried to discover a soul,
A redeemable quality,
Something resembling a heart,
Unsuccessfully, given those mangled parts of you.
You\'ll never be whole,
So you broke those barely formed.
Leaving sharp edges and weary hearts.
You were empty,
So you filled up the spaces they offered,
With pieces of themselves,
Hollowed out and broken.
Served up like their failings and flaws.
There\'s too many for you to remember,
It\'s doubtful you ever will.
Just one more girl in the churn,
Wishing that YOU were the one forgotten.