Healing

Healing, they tell me

is the moments you don't think,

don't notice,

don't talk.

It's the good days you have,

where your thoughts are in different places,

and you don't take the time to think

about him.

It's the days you spend with friends

who really care,

include you, and

notice.

The ones who were there from the start,

the ones who are still there.

It's the days you have, where you can convince yourself

you're better.

But

healing isn't distracted,

distracted isn't healing.

You can hurt, bleed, ache, and still

not

think

about

him,

because when you do,

you open yourself up.

You ache again.

The moment you think

you're better

is the moment

he'll take what he wants

again

and again.

The moment you think

you're better

is the moment

your heart breaks again,

piece by piece,

to be picked up

in the moments of distracted,

by friends

who really care.