One day

I’ll stop kissing my knuckles

When you were the one

To make them bleed

 

I’ll stop feeling sorry for myself

And i’ll stop bolting the door

Behind me when i leave

Out of fear that someone else

Will slip into my brain

 

I’ll stop taking everything

Straight down like a shot

And i’ll sip on something bitter

And savor the peculiar taste

 

I’ll stop stitching myself

Back together with scotch tape

And accept the fact

That a part of me will always be missing

And i’ll stop pretending

It will be you

That brings it back

 

One day

I’ll stop kissing my knuckles

Because they are no longer wounded

They are scarred

And they will never look the same