I have scars,
Like all people do.
Every layer of my skin they peel.
Causing pain and utter misery.

Memories are all I have,
More than she did ever accrue.
And in every gushing moment, beneath I kneel.
Dream in heart and hope in soul.

I have scars,
Like all people do.
They may or may not heal.
I hope they don't, at least I will remember what they stand for.