A Golden Cut
I keep suffering...
Alone.
I tell people about it, but it doesn't change a thing.
I just have to get comfortable with being comfortable in my own soul.
But nothing is comfortable.
Everything feels like a harsh shade of red.
The one that you have on your skin after you wear a wool sweater.
I think that sweater gave me a little cut.
She gave me a cut.
And I cherished it at the time because it was healing my broken soul.
But now that she's gone, it festers and bleeds.
But,
I still itch it.
I still pull, and poke, and prod at it.
I still live in the healing it once had given me.
It just never left me just like I never left her.
So even though its been almost 3 months since she broke up with me,
I still can't leave her.