Wistful I was
I smiled through the emotion
I was a mess of emotion
A story of emotion
Living
Breathing
Blunt
Emotion
I wanted someone to wrap their arms around me
To hold me until I had no tears more to
Sob
But
They would just ask why
I let them hurt me
And why I was so scared
Of being
Alone
"I don't know.
But it just hurts"
I'd say, my voice cracking through the tears

"Get over it, life goes on." They'd respond restlessly

Over time it hurts and hurts less and less, just like a cut on your finger
Slowly it will fade into the creases and cracks of your body, and be engulfed in your skin

You're always to be left with a scar though
As a reminder of
What happened

But for now it will sink in
Like a cut in your skin
Slowly healing
Slowing hurting less
you're just fine...
"It just hurts."
For now