Barely Healing by Amy Littleford
Consumed by the thought of you.
My mood stays stagnant as each
word you speak comes into focus.
You use your words to maim each one;
a laceration across my skin.
I use my words to show you my heart.
It still beats for you but it is
forever slowing down.
Each cut: bleeds and then heals.
Just a new scar
to add to my collection.