our love was like a bandaid
hiding our rotting selves
as we tried to ignore the pain
and we both knew at one
point we were gonna have
to rip off our cover to see
if we healed, but we just
let the bandaid sit and collect
dirt along its adhesive rim
and ignored the infection
growing beneath it.
the pain was worse then the
sting after all.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
our love was like a bandaid
hiding our rotting selves
as we tried to ignore the pain
and we both knew at one
point we were gonna have
to rip off our cover to see
if we healed, but we just
let the bandaid sit and collect
dirt along its adhesive rim
and ignored the infection
growing beneath it.
the pain was worse then the
sting after all.
