If that was our closure..
Then why are all of your words,
Everything you did,
Still cutting into my skin
Like a constant
Reopened wound?
Closure is hardly ever
The clean cut resolution.
It stays as present
As it wants to be.
It's impossible to carry
This weight in my shoulders
And to dry clean
My memories.
My brain.
What you did is truly unforgivable.
I won't be able to feel
The same way after
What you did
What you told me over the phone
When I sat there crying in the hospital.
It hurts to feel physically used
Because that's what all I feel now.
They expect me to forgive
To have "closure"
I want to take a sick day because of this
From all of the fucking emotion
That racks my brain
Day in and day out
Why did you do it?
I'll never know
I guess this is the part
About having closure.
