It still hurts,
Like a suffocating cloud of smothering smoke.
It’s all encompassing.
Thoughts of you: a two fold effect,
You bring both a smile to my lips and a tear to my eye.
You’ve branded my heart and the cattle **** never leaves my side,
Poking and prodding until the pain is fully permeated.
Fitful, sporadic bursts that still hurt.

Why can’t you see this? Why don’t you realise?
Rubbing salt into a still open wound hurts,
She’s the salt and I’m the wound.
You don’t mean it, it’s not purposeful,
I know this, I know you,
But why don’t you know,
That it still hurts.