scabs

tw// abuse; inspired by cherry wine- hozier

i still have the scabs and the blackened blue bruises

along the walls of my ribs

but don’t worry

they faded off of my skin

so no one will ever know

i thought i forgot about you

but i still listen for your footsteps on the staircase

and your coughing after a smoke

and i saw someone with your hair yesterday

but i ran before they could turn around

maybe it was you

i don’t care

oh but i think i still do

and in another world

i miss you.

you and the blood inside my checks

that tasted like soured wine

and regret.