my poems. nd shits?

the scars you carved.

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The scars you've carved.
acb.

There was a boy who was a carver,
he was unruly— rageful, full of hatred.
There was a girl, she was wide eyed,
a curiouser, full of mischief and wonder.

The boy was made from the same flesh
and blood that the girl was crafted from.

The boy hated the girl, for she took his place
among his parent's affections- so, he carved her.

The boy carved the girl dozens of scars,
she screamed in agony and despair,
while the boy carved away.

I trace the scars that you carved,
feeling every lump and bumps,
remembering every sensation and
hurt you inflicted on me.

It ached and throb, as if you were there,
stabing, slicing, pricking, cutting, chipping
-carving away your art to my skin like
I was nothing but wood, like I was not your
blood, your sister.

As the girl grew from time, she became a carver.
She grew to be unruly like the boy— rageful,
vengeful, full of hatred for him.
She was a masterpiece full of imperfections.

The scars you've carved will be yours in return.
Allow me to return the favor, the pain,
the immense aching of the marks that you made.

I will make you a masterpiece,
I will give you the scars you've carved.