You're so good at hurting me and I wonder why it is you pick me apart only to reassemble me in ways that don't make sense because the dust is settling in our lungs and the world picks the most inconvenient of times to fall apart.
Allow me to apologize in advance just in case next time I see you, I bleed right through my shirt and into your hands from the pain that encompasses me each time I see you smile and know it was in no way intended for me
I don't know if you can feel what I feel while I write but my full intent is for the emotion to radiate through this screen and get caught in your heart.