you know,
you can't see them anymore.
but...
but i still can.
see the subtle dips and lines?
they were once angry and red.
painful and obvious.
i sometimes run my fingers
along the bumps,
perhaps to confirm
that they're healed.
there used to be more.
but they faded
with time.
i got better at it too.
making them fade
and letting them heal.
and now?
well,
i'm not sure if
i want to tell
this story
to you.
i don't want to worry you
any more than i do
already.
YOU ARE READING
Another Poetry Book
PoésieThis is just a way to vent and improve my writing. The photo in the cover is mine. Feel free to comment of message me privately, though if it's rude or generally mean-spirited, you will not get a response. Please be careful while reading, some of th...
