cold sore love

by abillionbeautifulbutterflies

There are these moments…words…that enter your ear and rattle in your brain, stuck.

“Just kiss me (even though you have that cold sore) because we’re married and you’re my wife.”

They hurt in my head, those words.

I want him to take them back,

to not say them,

for them to not be in my head.

They were words that promised a future.

Words he thought he could take back by leaving

but they are stuck in there

and they shorten my breath

and stop my presence

and make me stare into the past.

And they rattle in my head,

stuck.

I wonder if he has mouth herpes too now.

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