Time Heals Everything

Time heals everything.

When I was five and I
fell off my bike trying to ride it
for the first time without training wheels
I fell off and skinned my knee but
after a week I was fine-

time heals everything,

at a young age when I was still
unsure what placing my hand on
the stove while it's red meant,
and I finally placed my palm on the
colored circle, in time
the burns healed to blisters healed to
nothing.

But does time heal the

wounds from a knife you
pledged to the inside of my back or the
way my veins were suffocating under
the layers of black that only tried to hide
sharp blades making
promises to my wrists that they would
always be there for me like they knew
you wouldn't?

Does time heal the

padlock ripped spot of my brain where
I had the guarantee that
you would never leave?
Because it seems time
took that away from me along with my
sanity and mental stability and
ability to control my feelings

does time heal the

knots in my stomach that still
wrench when I hear your name while it still
drains meaning from my veins and these
cuts are still quite fresh along my flesh
although it's been
three years I don't think time heals
the waterfall of tears, sure, it may have
subsided a bit but time hasn't healed the
time I wasted waiting for something that
wasn't coming around again.

At some point later on along the timeline
I would feel a little more fine but
just because the memories got a little blurry
and faces seemed a little less recognizable
it didn't stop my vision from getting
blurry because tears still fell like
flurries in the winter time and

I'm not saying

time doesn't heal anything I can say that
further down the road time healed my
constant tear stains and headaches
and some nights I didn't
lay awake but

time never could heal everything.

There are times when the scars
open slightly, not too much, but
enough to need attention.
And there are times
when I think I'll be just fine if
your name isn't mentioned.

Time passes and there's this guy
and he actually makes me smile,
and in some ways

he reminds me of the way you
used to speak in rhyme

he reminds me of the way you
used to bat your eyes and

Even though sometimes I wish that time would
heal everything,

I'm glad time would pass by the way you'd
rip my lungs open in a way that
I was breathing through corrupted lungs
heaving through polluted lungs
because at some point that became my normality it became my
steady ground and with him
I realize what it's like to breathe easy
I know what breathing with an open wound is like because
he doesn't make it hard for me to breathe like you did he is
stitching all my wounds and now I know
how to not rip them open again I know the real pain and
even though it may take me awhile to love him and not be afraid
he's pumping blood through my veins with
a feeling I haven't felt in ages because

in the time to myself to
come across him I found that in time we'll be
something from a story where a

boy made a broken girl and

a boy found a broken girl and

made her feel like she was whole again.