Littered in scars
Marks of carelessness
Of stupidity
Of childhood
Of accidents
But you.....
My tiny pink line
Fading already...
You seem so eager to leave me...
Only about a centimeter long
Small and delicate
I put you there.
I remember well
kinda...
You mean something to me
I’m not quite sure what yet
But I think
That of them all
You are my favorite
I want to preserve you
I’m begging you not to disappear
You’re far too important
And if it comes to it,
I will ensure you remain.