Makes it Bleed

It hurts when it is you and it dosent hurt when it isnt

Hearing you say it, seeing the expression in your face, makes my heart race. Makes it stop. Makes it hurt.

Makes it bleed.

I suddenly shut you out. Your lips are moving, but I can’t hear what you are saying. All I’m picturing is what you did. And how you didn’t think of me.

How did I not appear in your mind? Was all of this a joke? Did you really not need me? Want me?

My legs suddenly give out and I’m sitting on your floor. You stand there, hands in pockets, while my heart is sitting there between us. My tears are coming out faster now, with more rhythm. It’s hitting me.
What you did.

Was I not in the back of your mind?

You try and tell me you didn’t mean it. You try and hold my hand, which before would have been all you needed to do. Which before was all I needed you to do. But now, I don’t know what you should do. I don’t know how to fix this.

I don’t know you.

Author's Note

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