Irreplaceable

Your new lover - does she know about the faded scars on your shoulders? 
I wear my traumas on my sleeve, it is no secret. 
I am open to anyone who has the privilege of wanting to love me.
Does she know about the demons you try to hide? 
Can she tell that they’re there at all?
You know, I could always tell.
Even when we both fell silent.
I’m still wondering how replaceable you think that is.
It still hurts, but I will heal.
I’m sorry you couldn’t appreciate me when I needed you to.
I’m sorry I’m not going to be there when you need someone to open up to again.
And I’m sorry it’s going to take you a long time to realize what you lost.
No one can live their life superficially and distant.
But I suppose that’s for you to find out. 

I would’ve given you my helping hands even if it meant ripping open my own wrists, pulling the scabs off my traumas,
but I’ve decided it’s time for me to stitch myself up.
I never expected you to open your wounds,
but I don’t remember the last time I saw you open your clenched fists towards me.