A Golden Cut

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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.

Tags: Love, Wounds