you remind
me of a wound.
the first days it hurts like hell
sore to every touch and bruised.
weeks pass.
you stick around.
reminding me.
I can't slip out of my skin to get away.
you don't move from your usual spot.

but one day I look back and I don't notice the cut.
it looks like the rest of me,
melted back into my skin.
I can't remember why it hurt so much
or how long it took to heal
but I'm better now.