Relationships. The ones we don’t admit to. The ones that stick to us like burrs in a forest unseen until someone, that one, points it out.
These are the ones that hurt. The ones that you thought had escaped the pain of your calculating heart.
But their not.
Instead their the ones that come back. That are always there. As a friend, a lover, a simple message. The ones that feel the pain until they point it out you do too.
And you do.
Feel it.
The ripping in your chest that you’ve tried so hard to avoid.
They and that will always be there.
Stop for once in your life.
And listen.


