Band-Aid
When you loved me,
I felt like I was
Soaring on an angel's wings.
We flew through the sky,
Slowing approaching the Sun.
You showed me
How our love burned brighter
Than that great ball of fire.
And as night began to fall,
You told me
That you would guide me through
The dark,
Until the end of time.
That made me wonder,
What if time ended too soon?
When you hurt me,
I felt like I had just
Been to hell and back.
Your hurtful words
Felt like stabs to my chest,
And with every stab,
I sunk lower and lower,
Until finally,
I was completely consumed
By the flames you set ablaze.
Tell me,
Had time ended that quick?
When you left,
I felt nothing.
But, it was worse
Than your hurtful words.
I felt the void,
The one you used to fill,
And I believed
Nobody could fill it again.
You made me believe that.
I felt that I always would,
Because the scars,
The bruises, burns, and scabs
That you left on my skin
Had almost healed,
But the marks on my heart
Would always burn
When I yearned to love again.
Everyday,
I asked myself,
Had I really thought that
Our love was controlled by time?
Since you've been gone,
I've gotten better.
I haven't healed all the way,
But at least I now believe
It's possible.
The marks you left on the outside
Are now gone,
And the ones on the inside,
Are slowly healing too.
I've met someone new.
Every word he says to me,
Is like a new Band-Aid on my heart.
It doesn't solve anything
By itself,
But with proper care,
With proper love,
And enough time,
One day,
I'll pull it off,
And all the hurt you've done
Will be all gone.
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