it still gets under my skin,
to think about what you did to me,
to think about how you broke a fragile tie,
and betrayed me.
sometimes the memory will pop up,
and i'll visibly cringe,
and my heart jerks around in it's cage,
with my lungs beating it back.
because it still stings, what you did.
and i'll admit,
part of me hates you sometimes.
