I wonder what hurts more

The first sharp stab to the heart

Or the one that finally bursts it open.

I wonder what stings more

The first whiplash

Or when the whip cuts all flesh, and the muscle

And meets the bone.

I wonder what gnaws at you more

Instant death

Or when you die every day, a little bit more.

I wonder when you feel more bereft

When you have nothing to remember someone by

Or when you see them in everything you do.

I wonder what makes you swear off love

The first heartbreak

Or the one that’s final.