I admit I’m not over it

I’m not over all the torture

I’ve been put through

All the therapy sessions

Awkward conversations

My heart has yet to be healed

With the band- aid

You put on this 4 inch deep wound

It has been left infected

Left to spread

And cause more pain

I have to find a way

To stitch this hole

To finally be over it all

Over the pain

And over the affect of you