Like a time worn scar.

I never would have thought
that the idea of you would ever feel
like a time worn scar
but today that's what you are to me
Not the raw burn
 or almost bleeding
Or desperarte cries into my pillow,
but a dull pale reminder of yesterday.
 
When I think of how I hurt for you
and all the tears and fist pounding I did for you
All the words and lies and interupted sleep for you
I am still not angry, still no regrets.
 
Out of ugly dispair
and countless unanswered hopes
can come something beautiful and brilliant
The agony of heartbreak can sometimes
open up in the spring to technicolor flowers
that is what I see now, when I look in my heart
and force myself to remember you,
the greatest love of my life
So far.