I remember the day you left quite vividly

You didn’t say goodbye

You didn’t touch me

I was an open wound

Best to leave it alone.

I remember you burying your head in your hands while you sobbed

As if it hurt you more than it did me.

As if you weren’t the one who made the first cut.

It’s been years now, we haven’t talked

My wound has is more of a scar

But every once and a while, when I see your face in my dreams

I start to bleed again