In certain lights,
I could see the faint lines of my past in my skin.
To someone I had just met,
they wouldn't expect their existence.
And if someone touches my wrist,
Discomfort unfolds,
As if they were still fresh.
They would never know.
Sometimes,
I stare at them.
I stare at the life I once lived,
full of pain.
My eyes always water.
-2018
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PoetryMy poems might not rhyme completely but you'll feel what I felt as I wrote each word. Based on things that I have went through in my life. Writing is basically therapy to me, so keep it close it your heart. There is a lot about love, overcoming tra...
