Things Are Different Now.

My insides don’t hurt like they used to
My fingers don’t tremble like they used to
And my poor love centre,
It doesn’t feel as heavy as it used to
Doesn’t beat as faint as it used to
Doesn’t bleed as frequent as before
It hurts less.

My tears don’t stream down like they used to
My loneliness doesn’t creep up as often as it used to
And my need to withdraw,
It doesn’t feel as compelling as it used to
Doesn’t feel as necessary as it used to
Doesn’t feel as innate as it used to
It feels good.

A.