I called her mine

There's a new scar where an old scar slept
She said "I wish you
Wouldn't call me
THAT"

She never told me her name
Or atleast not her real name,
If she
Even
HAD
one.
I climbed back into her boyfriend's bed
and broke bread with the lie we shared
I pressed hard against this new scar
And for a moment it felt just like the old one
And again,
She said "I wish you
Wouldn't call me
THAT."