April 1*


I'm sorry if I push you away.
I'm not used to, someone loving me.

I opened up to you about my dark past,
yet you haven't ran away.

There are no scars on my wrist or my body but abundant deep in my heart.
I know once you'd see them, you'd kiss them all away, wishing you were there from the very start.

For you to leave would mark another, one more deep scar to count.
So, I'll savor the moment while you're still here and hope you'd stay with me
(forever).