scenes from real life

oh, you take so long to heal. spreading like a bruise, a new picture each day. there's a hard spot in the center that I can't feel. that's me, that's you.
pressure and I don't feel the pain. it's just the perimeter of color that hurts. the people that begin to touch me and I push them away. we become a nodded head in a crowd. an angry letter for no reason.
"I love you" but it doesn't matter. "I still love you" but all is still. "I have never stopped" but you did, otherwise this bruise wouldn't be here. this situation wouldn't exist.
she said, "oh, those take so much longer to heal." he said, "this isn't like you." I said, "I know, I know."
what do you want me to do about it? I can't. I just wait. I wait and talk and cry and think and carry charms around with me. I open and close and sleep and wake and wonder when the dreams will fade away.