Sunday, December 3, 2017

Bandaid 1

I feel myself slowly peeling away
Away from you
Tight plucking pulling away
Each tug a wincing stab
To follow each careless action you rubbed into the wound.
Like underestimating my desire
Telling me your want of another while keeping me hungry
Pluck pluck pluck
I impassively listen
While pieces of me are ripped right up
Like a rat escaping a glue trap
You in the other house - oblivious.
Tug tug tug
Careless selfishness
Your own needs superseding mine
You offer no compromise
Slowly the numbness sets in
The fervent desire softens to a dull ache
Rip rip rip
Miraculously
I feel nothing
Nothing at all
I must be healed.

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