I have scars and bruises
In places where you'd have to
know me better to see them
On the sides of my heart,
in the ridges of my bones,
etched deep into my soul.
These scars and bruises are very
different, because they are so
close to who I am.
They are apart of me,
and everytime I love too deeply
or care too much, they
re-bruise and reopen.
(k.b.g)
