One the count of three, ready?
One. Two. Three.
As the band aid rips off the pain comes back.
Not as intense as the initial pain,
that caused there to be the placement of the band aid to begin with,
A subtle pain.
The kind of pain that just makes you remember the times spent together.
The times spent underneath bedsheets exchanging kisses.
But thats what the band aids for.
To heal the pain. To try and forget the times spent together.
The times when you would run your fingertips along my legs giving me goosebumps.
And just like that, one the count of three, it’s gone.
Everything, all of it.
Pull the bandaid off and you’ll see that the cuts have healed
And soon the scars will fade too.