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
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.