Lingering

It’s always one step forward two steps back with you- your invisible to the seeing eye unless you leave your mark on me.

Sometimes you show yourself to me as a small bruise or a sleepless night, or better yet you wake me up from a peaceful sleep causing me to wake drenched in sweat and confusion.

Shame and fear washing over me as I come to terms with what has happened, the exhaustion of explaining my feelings and emotions about you being back into my life again.

The pain coursing through my tired body, and waiting for it to cease only for the pain to fade but the tiredness still to lingers.

The anger still lingers close to my heart; the hate I carry for you is too much for me and not something I would typically gravitate towards when I list my feelings but you bring out of me.

As you intertwine yourself into my life, causing me to fall to my feet and take things away from me like they belong to you, I get poked and prodded, and I feel you laughing.

You’re invisible to everyone except me, but I will have the last laugh.