When I say it was a long time ago,
I mean that my nightmares are less frequent.
When I say that I’m over it,
I mean I think about it often.
I mean that I don’t function
without reminders of you.

Day to day
you are in my blood.
Surging through me
unseen, but felt.
Coursing through veins
I often dreamt of slashing.

I don’t want you here,
yet here you are.
Mine, always.
Just like you said.

m.e. peters




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