Book of Poems

Scars

The scars that cover my heart,

Are crosshatched, bleeding, layered, wounds.

They're all the moments with you that I could never forget,

Every second I want to forget,

With each recall,

The pain strikes my heart once more,

Like a burning dagger to my chest,

It leaves me screaming,

Hoping for more,

And at the same time dreading my next relapse.

And when finally the pain is over for the time being,

I can see each crack on my skin where it struck.

The lines upon my broken soul,

etched upon my skin like broken nail polish in the worst of colours.

Somedays I bear them with pride,

And others I break down and cover myself,

Hiding me from the world,

With every heartbreak it makes it so much harder for me to overlook my scars.