It hurts but not as much as losing you.

They look bad and bleed sometimes.

Especially when I can’t help but touch the little cuts.

They look wrong.

They don’t quite fit and feel sort of rough around the edges.

Like me now, I guess.

I wish they were smooth and straight.

More like you.

But I suppose the pain is something I can compare to you.

At least this pain will go away and not leave a mark.

Unlike the pain I feel from you which is endless and visible to the world.

Everyone can see on my face that I’m not quite right anymore.

But they don’t know you.

They don’t know how the pain feels.

And they don’t know how I would go through it again and again if it brought you back.

…But it won’t.

So, for now, I’ll have to deal with this pain and try to forget.

Forget how much I miss you.

And how much I want you back