there is nothing you could say to convince me my underbelly is anything but armor

dull

even after months of smooth skin you can trace the line from my hip bone to my breast where you slipped in and cut the red wire

it's like when you're both pulling so hard but the other person lets go and next thing you know your back is against the wall and there's blood on your hand

I'm not accusing you of tearing out my heart because I gave it to you but it was your scissors that left it in pieces too small to see and it doesn't hurt the way it did anymore

I have screamed in the night due to the agony you put me through but this

this is heartache

every time I hear your name I remember a bit of your face and did you know that the necklace he gave me is the exact color of your eyes? even through another I can't escape your gaze

pain has never been so unobtrusive

sometimes I forget it hurts did you know there are people who live their day to day without this

this isn't something you get over it's something you get through