It’s like a neglected wound.
Most of the time I forget that it’s there,
but when I remember,
it’s like I got cut all over again.
To feel it is to be reminded that I was left:
as if I never mattered,
as if I don’t exist.
To feel it is to know that love will never be enough,
and that words dissolve right after they’re spoken.
So if you love me like you say you do,
show it by staying.
And if you ever leave,
be sure to shut the door.
written July 7, 2017.