You.

The pain you bring me every time I see you,

whether you follow me or just glance at me.

It stings and hurts me every time,

my eyes glaze over from the memories.

The flashbacks of what you did,

over and over again in my head until I can't take it.

Until I explode with emotions pouring out of my fingertips,

the words I write to calm me down.

Because I'd rather see this ink on paper,

then my blood on that blade.