The scars I live with are painless sometimes, and sometimes they open me whole, put acide inside and watch the skin peel off
It depends on the day, I promise
I might say I moved on
I might open the closet, and like the door to Narina
No one knows when, or how, or why
The scars I live with are easy to name, but hard to describe
I might smile in the process even though it's a hard pill to swallow
I might cry and break your heart with mine
The scars I live with are everyone's, but not everyone decides to confess
The scars I live with are wood, and I'm the fire
The scars I live with are fish, and I'm the shark
The scars I live with are the sky, and I'm the snow
So ode to every scar
I'll remember you
Ode to every scar
I'll needle you in my heart
Ode to every scar.
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winter
PoetryA poetry collection that Witnesses the expansion of a human heart through seasons, through years. cheesy love, painful love, kind love, politics blended into poetry, mental abuse that cannot be romanticized, literature, movies and music, religion an...
