It is a continuous cycle.
You meet someone.
You grow close.
Slowly with time you heal each others wounds
Sew up all the open gashes
Fix together the broken pieces
Only with time to open new ones
Smashing the fragile pieces to dust
Carving your own memories with knives
Onto each others scarred skin
And once again
Moving away as strangers
It is a cycle
The scarring
The healing
The scarring once again.