It’s the little things I appreciate most
Like my stomach turning in knots
And the feeling of dread when I walk through the door
Knowing you’ll be on the other side
Having to avoid someone that used to be the first I looked for
It’s all so painful and frustrating
And just when I thought it was over
And I was finally beyond caring
One comment from you
And it all comes rushing back
And I hate you
And I hate it
And I miss what will never be again
And I wish I had been stronger
And smarter
And better
And something, anything besides who and what I am
But I’m not
I’m just me
Stuck here suffering through
Trying to get it all out
And dreading the moment you say or do something else
To dredge it up again
