old wounds
the scar tissue is invisible to the naked eye. to a trained eye, however, to one that seeks to know me, the wound is still there. healed over haphazardly. the scar that took so long to grow over it, to heal and regenerate a semblence of what it used to be. here you come along, pick at it like a scab that it no longer is, and picking so persistently, and so quietly, who can notice until red droplets begin to form. the wound that took years to heal, and here you are, back to re do its damage? to remind me where it came from in the first place? the question remains - why do u want to revisit what was. to commemorate the death of us, and in essence, the death of the part of me you killed along with us. i have worked hard to move forward. why are you back.
and the question is. why do i let you.
and the question is. why do i let you.