We don’t want them to apologise.
We don’t need them back in our lives.
We don’t want them to see our significance.

We just want them to know what they did to us.
We want them to know that it was cruel.
We want them to be in our shoes and feel it.

Feel the pain of the hole they bore in us.
The burning hole, growing bigger, aching unbearably.

We want them to be burnt by it too.