We showered again.
Only this time it felt different.
Out of all the times we've taken off our clothes, why does this time feel like the first time you're really seeing me.
Maybe its cause I saw your eyes wander down to my thighs, and why would that bother me? It wouldn't if it wasnt covered in scars.
Is this the first time you really realised who you were with?
Or how ugly I see myself.
Out of all the times your hands are on my thighs, you dont see them then?
I dont know what this is about, maybe I'm crazy and just haven't figured it out
YOU ARE READING
Melancholy (Poetry)
PoesiaPoetry I wrote during the length of a 5 year on and off relationship
