I Am Stronger

06/07/2019

The old wounds have almost healed,
Thick scabs covering the worst of them.
Numbed to the agony and tormented anguish,
I no longer feel pain, desire or love.

The delicate fluttering heart has stopped;
Now solid, unyielding, unbreaking
Love is a shadow of what it was
Smaller, less fragile, conforming

I remember myself,
A tender, open, bleeding heart,
Fighting, struggling, and striving
Wanting to receive the love I was giving

I no longer feel the need for his body,
The memories make me smile,
But I no longer crave him
He's not my drug anymore.