Why is it that time can heal my wounds only to leave scars that
Exist in my head and not on my arms
Where I can see them.
I only wish I remembered this pain before it
Swelled up in my throat
And choked me.
I didn’t pick up the phone.
I let it ring,
I told her she’d cried wolf too many times,
And that all the sheep had gone inside
So I no longer needed her to guard them.
“I’m alive, I just don’t want to talk to you right now.”
And if I’m lucky,
If I’m smart,
I’ll be alive tomorrow and feel the same way.
In times like this I always remember that you can love someone,
But you can also know that they aren’t good for you
And I think that’s where my pain comes from:
Letting go of someone
You’ve been so addicted to,
In love with,
And knowing that for your own good
You can never see them again.