You stuck to me like a band aid
The colorful one
That you put on sometimes
Just for fun
Giving my days a rosy hue
I’ll dig through
All my cluttered bags
For you
Soothing my wounds
Yet you leave a residue
When I tried to take you off
So I decided to keep you
An extra layer
I try to make belong
A charismatic plaster
Always in the midst of some disaster
Creating wounds
And dressing them up
An illusion that they’ll heal faster
A band aid
Covering my fears
But you never expose yours
Non absorbent
Deflecting my tears
You always disappear
A dreamer
Who doesn’t do
Eating up my time
Always making it about you
Talking yourself through
A band aid that has no depth
Adhesive worn thin
It only lasts for a few hours
You always leave, hide
Evade my deepest desires
When I need you
I’ve taken you off so many times
And walked away
My emotions sway
But you sneak back in
Enough time
Allows you to play
Tricks on my mind
The one that got away
Is easy to say
Every time your efforts
Had a delay
It’s much harder to show up
To be the one willing to stay
A dirty band aid
On the floor
You’ve been ripped off too many times
I can’t make you stick
Anymore
Julie Sequoia Webb 
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