Why is it that
When I feel I'm just getting over you,
and the wounds are healing,
Someone tears the wound open.
And I start to bleed again.
Today, for example.
Minding my own business,
Listening to the radio,
Having a good day,
and a song came on.
I'd only heard it once.
But as soon as I knew what song it was,
I had to fight every urge to cry.
A few weeks ago I was on the bus.
You a seat away.
With another girl.
And this song came on.
And you put your arm around her,
Sang with the song,
And moved your hands to the words.
And I just felt so alone and hurt.
I wish you knew how much it makes me bleed.