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