minutia.

it's the small things that get to me. the things everyone forgets about but i just can't. they sink in, take root, little things, simple things like tattoos and words you didn't think about before you spoke them. and they hurt, these little things. tiny pinpricks that leave enormous scars. they tear at me. mocking, taunting me. because everyone has someone, everyone has someone but me. i thought i had someone, but now i think that i sort of really don't.