it still stings a bit
at the oddest of times
going through life
then it itches and i scratch
and it itches more until all is
exposed again. and i wonder
how can i stay, how can i trust
how can i once again give me
and i rerun your words those
past and those present
how each phrase
stings a bit
why now
why not then
what is different about me
what is different about you
how do i believe
how do i let go
how do we
become
a bit
