talking with you like this again

made my heart itch a little

-

perhaps i'm grieving

the person

i used to be

-

whose misery kept her

chest a home

for liquid butterflies

-

or maybe i just missed your

genuine company

-

without woe waiting to haunt

my every reminder

of you

-

my heart feels

a little heavy

-

now that it's behind

us

-

but thank God, we've come

past

our past

-

perhaps it's true that i've loved you always

because i'd missed you so much

-

but as the healed scar

on my ribs

-

i'll know never to shove my heart on your sleeve again.