Weak

The pain you caused is still there,
deep.
It stings when certain words are applied.
It curses you when it's pressed.

You, who meant nothing in all honesty,
managed to hit that soft spot,
under my armor.
And it hurt.
It still hurts.

Time has little chance with this,
because time, before you,
is what made it so

weak.

LA, CA (6/21/14)