I’m never not waiting for you.
Even when I’m not,
They tell me double negatives aren’t grammatically correct,
but neither is this splinter stuck in my middle,
how I can’t seem to pull it out
even when someone hands me tweezers.
I pick at loose skin and don’t even mind the blood.
this game of
“is it okay to not be okay?”
when I was stripped of all remaining dignity,
I think I died a little when you finally left.
when I finally let you