Scars and Bottles
I go back over
the times I wish I loved me
better than I did.
when I wrapped my wounds
oh so carelessly, with no
regard of the sting.
now I see that I
don't have to bite my own teeth,
just let the tears fall.
hopefully, I soon
realize I am not the
scars on my body.
~ weuneigh
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My Blood is My Ink | Poetry Book
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