Cure

My heart oozed liquid knives
That day, slicing my throat
Right from the bottom
And tearing tiny holes in my tongue
From which seeped acidic goodbyes.
And like the cruelest of medicines,
I knew that no matter how vile
They tasted as they teased my nerves,
Eventually they would be
My salvation.
Like any good antidote,
They lingered and saught to destroy
Every last trace of you,
Left in me.

For a long time I spent
Too many minutes wondering
Why it was that such a vicious cure
Had not removed you from the depths
Of my thoughts and why my chest
Still ached with the echo
Of your absense.
But you were an easily preventable disease.
The memory remains as a lesson,
Trying to teach a concept,
That my tired brain cannot seem to grasp.
You are long gone but I find
Myself, everyday wondering,
What I could have done better.

I still remember so vividly,
The goosebumps that wrapped themselves
Around every inch of flesh that clung
To my clumsy bones,

Just the way you had. 

But unlike your warm breath
That once soothed my skin,
These came with a cold wind
That shook me to the core
And threatened to never leave.
We said our goodbyes
In a way far different than I’d ever
Let my overactive brain
Dare to imagine.