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[aoi_natsu]

I can still recall
The way my hips hit the counter
My hands washing dishes
When you first told me
You loved me
I can still recall
Your worried voice
And the brilliant sound
Of shattering ceramic
I can still recall
The burn of my muscles
As I bent down to
Pick them up

I can still recall
The slice in my finger
The drop of blood
And then the next
And then the next
And then the next

Your lips on the wound
I can recall my eyes watching yours
The churning of my stomach

Perhaps it is the smallest cuts
That hurt the worst
For I cried in pain
And you did nothing
When I told you

I don't feel the same.