"But who could love a boy with scars?" you asked.
I know you.
I know who you are on the inside,
what you do behind closed doors.
I know that you have your demons.
Guess what?
I have mine too.
You're allowed to have demons.
Everyone is.
And I'm so very deeply in love with yours.
"But who could love a boy with scars?"
I could.
I will.
I do.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poems
Poetryi love writing poetry but i hate figuring out titles so disregard them because they're poorly planned out but the poems are good i hope
