The best way to describe a love-hate relationship is the way I feel about my scars.

They’re disappearing but do I love or do I hate it?

I count them every night,
they aren’t so many,
6 in my left arm to be precise.

But when I look at them
They remind me of those 6 times in which I cried,
Those 6 times in which I pained,
6 times in which I felt that I deserved it.

The truth is they’re fading
But do I left them fade?
Do I let go my past?
Or do I cling to it?

I love them
I love I haven’t done it recently
I hate them
I hate me for not doing it once more