#bandaids
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She lied?
I can let it go.
She cheated?
I have to move on.
We'll never speak again?
Maybe it was never real.
It wasn't meant to be?
I guess everything happens for a reason.
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Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 3:39 AM UTC
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i cut my hair instead of myself
i refuse to go back to that
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC
Many a people hand out
Flowers as Bandaids
Mistakes made, Lying sick
A bouquet is thrown in the mix
I wish I could hand out flowers
But I know that would be strange
Sunflowers to the girl I once loved
To show her life has meaning
Lillies to my stressed out mom
Who deals with the mess that is me
Daffodils to the boy I'm with
An apology for the stress I give
Flawless white roses for my son
An early apology
For the endless mistakes I am sure to make
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
It was like puling off a bandaid.
Slow and painful at first, but as soon as you grab the edges, tug on it a bit and feel that its not that bad... you rip the whole thing off.
he grabbed my edges, tugged on it to see my reaction and as soon as we both felt it wasn't that bad... he let it rip.
I grabbed on his arm when he pulled the bandaid too hard
but the pain filled me.
It filled me with lines of ' this is it' , 'this is what you asked for', 'you're finally the last one' and the biggest one...'its gonna be him'.
And once the bandaid was ripped off, questions filled me of
'what happens now'
'what do we do now?' and
'Do we do this again?'.
But I don't have answers to these questions, nor do I have guts to ask him.
I never thought id be considering taking my bandaid off,
nevertheless asking him to do it.
But now the bandaid is off, and the scar there for everyone to see.
but I don't see a scar.
I see him.
I just don't know if when he looks at his bandaid, he see me.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
"Bandaids don't fix bullet holes"
They may not fix bullet holes,
but that will never stop me from placing one over the hole you left me
after you shot me in the heart
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
*I've been scratched and pinched and bruised
but none of those things came from you.*
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:50 AM UTC
With you, I hang up the phone
like I’m taking a bandaid off --
swiftly and quickly.
They say that way,
there's much less pain.
Which is strange, because
I'm still able to feel some pain,
even if I pound on the "end call"
button to make not talking to you
less painful.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
Dear heart
Of him you are
But in you I see
How you have many scars
Of times when you were opened to wide
Opened to fast
Opened with an invisible knife
Which was then ripped out
To leave a mark forever.
So many scars and stitches
And bandaids and bruises
And so many broken pieces put back in.
And I am so sorry.
Dear heart
You beat in the both of us
For the first time there is this new feeling
Something so foreign and different.
We don't understand
And we don't know how.
We open up to early like normal
But this time it seems different.
That's what they say everytime
But this time its the truth.
Something is so different.
I am careful of his wounds
I clean his scars
I take out his stitches.
I put on every single bandaid
And am careful not to rip them off.
I forgot hearts could handle so much.
And I am so sorry.
My dear heart.
I took so much time caring for his heart
That I forgot that you need to be cared for
And that you too have unhealed scars
And you too have bruises.
I took so much time healing his heart
And forgot to heal you
That when his heart was beating normal
It beat so loud to try and find its echo
In the chambers of another heart
But you my dear heart forgot to beat loud enough
And so he didn't hear you
And went to another beat.
And you were left with another wound
And no one to sew it up.
And I am so sorry.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
im not sure if you noticed but when you left you took my heart and soul with you and people keep on asking me why is there a bandaid over where my heart is suppose to be and ive ran out of excuses on why im emotionless and maybe when you find the chance you could hand them back and possibly could we talk about you and i because people keep on wanting to talk about what happened with us and what went wrong and the great and the ugly but the truth is the only person i want to talk to about us is with you.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
I now see why people call it
"falling in love",
because you don't just trip,
you can't stand up after
and dust the dirt and blood off of your knees
like nothing ever happened
if the one you are falling for you
doesn't catch you
you can't patch it up with band-aids
and hydrogen peroxide
it's not a little trip
it's an enormous, mountain high fall
and if you don't land just right
you wind up with a broken heart
instead of broken bones
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC