I woke up today with the same emptiness I have woken up with
most mornings
for the past eight months.
Just like I went to bed last night,
wearing my loneliness over me like a blanket
like I do
almost every night,
since I said goodbye to you.
And I wonder why,
I can't forget about all the people
who have treated me so poorly.
Why small scratches at my visage
left massive scars
that bled for weeks.
And I wonder what I am doing wrong
to be someone
so undeserving of love,
when all I have been trying to do
is put broken people back together,
but maybe
that is my first mistake.