your hurt and cruelty
has been etched on my skin;
a message, a sign
that may never disappear.
you tried to cover them up
with false hope and glitter,
hoping that no one
will ask me about them.
and they never did.
you did a good job,
hiding your sins.
but you and i both know
no matter how much we smile,
no matter how much you sing
sweet, honey-coated serenades,
i will never forget.
scars will be scars,
and hurt will be hurt,
but i will never let you tear away my strength anymore.
i have finally changed the lock.
i have taken away your key.
i whispered to my spirit.
(and to a few of my fellow gods),
telling them to guard me
from the poison of your touch.
don't worry, sweetheart.
you won't be missed.
(but ****, it still stings.)