your absence, like a wound, will rot and fester until the skin around it is raw and hot
but the love i still have puts a bandaid on, and insists it’s just a scratch
the love i still have, like a doctor, gives me a shot while making sure i look away so I don’t see the needle entering my skin
the love i still have, like a shot, runs through my veins, making sure not an inch of me stays painful
the love i still have, like a vein, is in every part of me, carrying the blood to my heart and my brain
the love i still have, like my blood, keeps my body and mind alive, making sure i can love, hate, laugh, and cry
the love I still have, like my body, carries me to everywhere i go
the love I still have nurses my wound until it only festers when it is stabbed by an absent memory, and will nurse it all over again
another year old poem straight from the depths of my notes app, uploaded without editing or changing anything because I was clearly going through SOMETHING presenting itself through what I was writing so im not gonna change my wording or grammar
also i need to go to BED dawg 😭
