band aids

I cover my open wounds
With layers and layers
Of band aids
But I can’t cover up
The electric sting
When you punch the swollen bruises

I can’t escape
The thought of you
Your cold hard eyes
Haunt me when I’m awake
And our memories echo
Throughout my dreams

The wounds you inflicted
Were deeper than skin
Deeper than flesh
Deeper than bone
These wounds do not
Quickly heal

But they are no longer
Raw and tender
No,
They have dried into scabs
And with them,
My heart.
It is over, old friend.
Lay a hand upon me
If you dare
For now I stand up
Dust off my sleeves
And proclaim to the world
I will take it no more!