i guess the point of all this was to say
i know that humans get better and pain
dries up like fainted leaves in the sun
but i've suffered.
i'll still suffer years from now when i come across
a misplaced memory of you that i tried
to forget existed, or tried to remember too well.
you can dress yourself in as many
exclamations points as you find fitting.
i will wear my skin as long and as often as I can.
when it's cold, i will not don anger
wrapped like a scarf around my throat
maybe i was never meant for scarves,
or exclamation points,
and maybe you were never meant
for skin.