Infected

They say “Time heals all wounds.” But they never exactly tell us how much time. 

But for some reason, with you, I like to keep these wounds open. Just so I remember the pain you have brought me.

I leave them open and these cuts get infected with all the lies and deceit you have told me. Infected by all the times I messed up. By all the times, I thought these feeling were mutual and I had thought, just for one moment that we could actually be together. 

But no, you rip my heart open and out spills the emotions and secrets I have long hidden from you. 

You throw my heart on the sidewalk and treat it as if you don’t care. But then again, you probably don’t.

You filled my mind with an ocean of lies and I drowned thinking that they were real. I drowned in the hope and the longing for your affection. 

I flew blind hoping that you would be my wingman and help me get through my struggles and problems, but instead, you became one of them.

 You became the infection that you had previously caused. But sadly, you are the only antibiotic in sight.

 And now my heart is swollen. It sits in my chest beating at an irregular pace.

Waiting for you to come along and realize the damage you have dealt to it.

It sits there, longing to have your attention. And when you finally notice that it is there, it revives itself and sporadically makes me say things that I regret keeping from you. But then, you leave, and my heart goes back into it’s “normal” state.

On the sidewalk, Infected.