Not even the darkness can hide your light.
I can see it behind your persona.
Behind the walls you built up with the scars you bared for so long.
You try to act like it doesn't affect you,
like you can wash it away and be fine.
But I know that isn't the truth.
You aren't fine,
and I don't know the exact reason why.
Maybe it's the past,
maybe it's me.
In a way I'm able to break apart what plagues you,
and in my arms you soften,
tears soaking my clothes as you cling to my heart,
refusing to let go.
I didn't know this was how it would be that day I first saw you.
I never knew the rain would come down so hard.
But it did,
and now that I have seen it all,
I'm not sure I could leave.
Your scars are mine.