I heard from you
again
and
pretended like
it didn't sting,
that it didn't
burn the
open,
painful
wound

How bad does it
have to get
before
I start to heal
the injury
of knowing
you don't want me
and that
I'll always
be here wanting you,

It's not fair that I'm in love with you
and that
I'm tending to our
wounds.