thaumaturgist

the wound would heal
if it weren't for your picking it

there was no wound before
therefore no hurt
the wound only came
when you cut and ran
ran away so quick
only to talk endlessly
about your lack of pain
that is a construct
of something in your past
unkown to me
and maybe even you

the wound would heal
if you would quit picking it
scabs flaking off
making me unseemly
i try to slap your hand
but you're quite insistent
"I'm trying to help"
Help who? Me? You?

I didn't have to slap you
until the wound appeared
so why be glad
the phantom pain
that never was
is gone...but is here now

go get vommit on your cock
go get hurt by that boy
go away and close your ears
go pack that ass that isn't mine
go to the city you don't really want
go to the job you're only ok with
go to your friends that don't know
go to your friends that do
go and get your head looked at

just fucking go
and quit picking my scab