I take back my tears
Rather I no longer feel them fall
I have become immune to this numbness
This taste of bitter betrayal
That leaves me with a dry mouth
He had me fooled
Touching my delicate skin with his frigid hands
Though at the time it barely stung
I am done wasting my tears on someone who does not care
Is it persistence or idiocracy
Perhaps both
Or neither
My heart is now shattered amongst the ground
Crushed beneath his  feet
Smashed between his fingers
The remains of he and I  have been demolished
Long gone now
Fine by me
I have thrown the memories into a fire
And watched them go up in flames
One by one
Ashy pictures and incinerated lust
I am now not only immune to memories
But to him