A Persistent Scar

It's like a scab.
You think it's healed and then you
catch a corner somewhere
and it tears the whole thing off.

And it hurts and bleeds all over again.

I get mad.
I miss you.
I'm hurting again
because I let you call me,
and I let myself call you back.

You're so rude to me.
To think I loved someone who treats me
this way.

It's like a scab I have to band-aid.
Eventually the hard protection will not
be able to come back again and again.
Eventually there will only be a scar.

Scarleo.