— but I was wrong.
You were just a little wound when we first met.
You didn’t hurt that bad.
It was the reason why I never took the medications given to me.
I thought I could ease myself like I used to.
Like a tip of an arrow, a random chess piece, or a star in a constellation.
You never arrived that important to me five years ago.
But I don’t know why you always affect me in ways that I couldn’t understand anymore.
You were never the major playlist I’d forever listen to.
You’re just a small part.
But you have always made the greatest impact.