rockvinyls wrote this beautiful poem that I found incredibly meaningful and relatable. I really liked it!

A wound
He lingers on my skin
And sticks
He claws onwards
At times he spreads
What would he know?
He's just a wound.

I put on a plaster
Big enough to cover him up
He ripped off the sheets
And there I was
Ready to die.

I stitched him up and he aged with me
Little movements didn't feel like jerks
They felt all consumingly close;
Dangerously tight
Twitchingly painful.

I didn't care for the pain
For it whispered enchantments
In my ears every night
And sleep was a distant daydream.

The comfort of the wound was hilarious
Something so painful and close
He used to soak up my tears
Hold me close with riddles
And kiss me with midnight aches.

Four years later
And I've finally found some music to block out his whispers
And some pills to cancel his kisses
He still gives me a smooch every once in a while
Sometimes I want him more than those aches
But tablets and music are no remedy for a wound.