I will not lie,
I still feel the hurt,
Still feel my flesh burn
when I hear her name.
Like a knife to the scars trying to heal,
her name slashes me,
kills me,
defeats me.
And for what?
A two week fling thrown together by mutual heartache?
It pains me still,
wraps me in the embrace of fear,
Of torture.
does he love me?
or is it her?
the voices in my head echo,
across the vast emptiness,
engaging every fear,
triggering every impulse,
making me feel second,
used,
worn,
weathered.