what ive wished i couldve done, she could with ease. she showed me her markings. a bit late, fading, something i did with nothing but emotion. i wanted to hold her, and trace her scars with my fingers and tell her it was okay. before i could even get a grip of her arm, she left. you could say that after that day, nothing was "the same". but when you make someone bleed, you cant see yourself in the mirror and expect to have the same damn smile you had, the one you could give to a what seemed a hopeless soul left to rot. and it was your fault. and you knew damn well; you deserved the scars. deeper and wider. i never saw them again, i didnt want to. but i made sure to hold her as long before i could mess up again.
