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A feeling I Cannot Name

There's a feeling that can't be named,
Brought by the scar of old love.

The sensation of picking at a scab just because you almost can't bear the thought of it healing.

It cuts deep into your heart and sears a brand of their fingerprints.

They've permanently scarred you.

And when you think you just might be able to find a new love,
Their hold on you rears its ugly head.

Seeing someone you loved at one time,
Someone you'd given everything to;

Just standing there.

It's a panicked feeling,
Like they took even the breath in your lungs.

Seeing them standing like you hadn't been scuffed at the knees for them,
Like you hadn't spent your nights awake for them.

Standing like you hadn't once stood beside them.

It's loneliness and anger that sticks around,
The fear and sadness easily peels back to show a layer of frustration.

You never wanted to hurt them,

But you want them to hurt.

To hurt when remembering,
When thinking of all the shed skin and tears you tore from yourself just for them.

They don't hurt though,

They just stand there.

It's that feeling,

It remains nameless.