Maybe I'm needing to look at this
as not something I am going
to get rid of the way I have
gotten rid of other things in my life.
No matter what I do, I will
always have a scar of you.
Why would I want to go and
disfigure my body after
what has already been done?
I've tried to push and push
time and time again into
letting you go. But maybe
that is just it. Maybe I'm never
letting you go. Maybe part of my
body is just going to always have
a piece of you, and each next
lover after you... I'll get to the point
where I am not so embarrassed to show
it off.
Instead, maybe I'll get it out of the
way, early on, and say "Hey, I have this
really particular scar and it's from
this part of my past. And if that scares
you or isn't good enough for you, then
I guess we won't be a good fit for each other."
Or maybe the next person will go,
"No way! You have one, too?", and
proceed to lift their sleeve, or maybe
it's the hemline of their pant leg, and
my scar suddenly becomes the other
half of a friendship bracelet.
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THE ARSONIST
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