I use to think

my scars were beautiful,

I use to think
my ribs were beautiful,

I use to think 
that I had to work to be beautiful.

The scars across me don’t strike me

as beautiful anymore,

my ribs visible don’t strike me

as beautiful anymore.

I look at the reminders now

and I’m struck by the

same repetitive fear of falling

back down that road.

I thought that I had

lost your company but it

turns out that you still

walk my dreams.

I must admit I never

thought we’d separate so
much, always thought

life would stop just for us.

I’ve gotten so far

yet there’s still so much more to

travel past in my way.

You look at me with such

distaste, “Poser,” you sneer

head up high passing by.

I don’t dress to impress though

this is just me.

I copy what I think is beautiful

and now it’s all

blended so you can think

what you want.

We talked today

for the first time in weeks

and I’d love to lie

but I fell in love with

your taken heart all over again.

You can’t complain

it’s getting done,

can’t you see how well

you’re doing?

It seems like naught but 

I promise it’s becoming

caught.