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Those words

All the ones I wrote

Like band aids

Across the wounds

You left all over me


All the words

That flooded out of me

Aligning themselves

In comprehendible lines

And organized stanzas


They helped dry my tears

Allowed me to forget

Gave me the strength

To move forward

Providing a closure

That didn’t require you


And I forgave myself

I gave mercy to you

I made peace with my choices

Funny thing about band aids

They only protect infection

They slow down healing


Well, I took them off

And admired my progress

Only to find that it’s not over

Lying awake at hours of rest

Wondering if you’re doing the same

My wounds are still raw

My mind making itself aware

Like a wolf stalking its prey


Now I question

Are my words band aids

Or my last grip on hope

If I ever stop writing about you

I guess then we’ll know


Unloveable ►


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