Dalliance ➵ poems

withdrawals

It only feels like yesterday,
When your name echoed through silences,
And your ghost lingered,
Everytime I closed my eyes;
Now you're far away,
Drowned out by the sound of bees;
Out of reach,
Out of mind,
Back to the start before I knew you;
A lifetime ago when all I ever cried about was myself;
Only this time I have a new scar,
Left from when your knife cut my skin;
Every now and then,
I pick at the scab,
And relive the wounds;
But not as bloody as you made them,
Not as painful as you can do;
It's peculiar I miss you,
When all you've ever done was make me bleed;
The butterflies became anxiety,
And the anxiety became dread;
Perhaps I'm a masochist,
And I'm glad you left;
I'm not scared of you,
Rather scared of what I'm capable of,
For the sake of making you stay.