Scars and Pain
I remember the first time I told my mom that I scraped my knee by falling on the pavement while walking home from school, She tells me that it would eventually heal if I tend to the battered skin with an alcohol. And no, She wasn't talking about Jack Daniels or some fancy hardcore liquors you'll usually find in the grocery stores.I asked her if I should get some anesthesia to numb the sting, But she laughed at me and say that if I don't want to go through that kind of hurting again, I should remember the pain so I would be more careful the next time I try to be stupid.
When I met you, I had forgotten what she'd told me about getting hurt and remembering what it feels like to have my flesh split open. With you, it always seem so impossible to recall what I'd been through and what my childhood scars' stands for; like injecting too much anesthesia in my system so I could smile at you even with my open wounds.
I am no stranger to pain, you see, with you I've learned to live with it.
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Under The Late October Skies
PoesíaI am looking for the kind of love that is worthy of me and my words. ☽☀☾ -You will lose yourself in nirvana on this very surface and then- i will teach you how to navigate the stars knowing that even if you lose me, you will find your way back. ...
