I saw the scars on your face
The same as the ones on my heart
So obvious people struggle to ignore it
One on the side of your hairline
The other only revealed when you smiled
Broken hearts and broken skin
The only thing left is
Scar tissue
Tender to the touch, phantom limb and dreadful nightmare
You never bothered to hide them out of sight
Neither did I
I guess we bonded
Over scar tissue.